Day Four : sound

When my son was approximately eight years old he taught me how to hear.   He pointed out the quiet “hiss”  of  rain hitting  dry beach sand.   We listened for quite a while, and I was sensitized to sound in a way that didn’t exist for me before.    That experience, so many years ago, allowed me to hear the sound of the strands dropping on to my lap this morning.

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About donisilversimons

I am a multi-diciplinary contemporary artist who explores issues of time, memory, and identity.
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