Tag Archives: Lynmedi

Ohvuthi

The wood slightly worn …

Ohvuthi.

In B3 flat.

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The wood slightly worn

Varnish not faded

Clean and whispers gently

Performance ever, and don’t pale away

Still the voice, voice of an angle

Listen and then you could compare.

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Paul Jombar (1868-1936) was a luthier. After serving his apprenticeship and working for Nestor D. Audinot and others, in 1892 he setup his own studio. He also produced bows that are highly prized.

Animato Strings.

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Reflections from the Mediterranean

Voymior

The touch of sensitive fingers, the language of the souls, waves of music with flawless control.

Voymior.

In D minor.

The touch of sensitive fingers, the language of the souls, waves of music with flawless control.

Francesco Gobetti (1675-1723) was a luthier from Udine Italy and signed his instruments.

Allison A. Alcorn, B.Mus.

Chordly Series 4. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

A gentle bow glides onto four strings to thaw the hearts that had freezed…

These musical paintings should be viewed with an eye-sense of music.

Slowly rowing ores of time, blink, blinking eyes on, row, row.

What is the carbon credit for the arts?

Old fashion books, thoughts which are ironed down and pressed hard onto the pages.

A nameless bird call awakes me with thoughts of you.

Out of the darkness, light’s desire was to be born.

The arts, AI and friendly fire.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

These series intertwine, in text and music.

Refection from the Mediterranean. 

Woiltyn

A gentle bow glides onto four strings to thaw the hearts that had freezed…

Woiltyn

In D minor.

A gentle bow glides onto four strings to thaw the hearts that had freezed…

Dominique Peccatte (1810-1874) was born in Mirecourt France and is well known for his fine bows. Tarisio.

Chordly Series 4. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

These musical paintings should be viewed with an eye-sense of music.

The river of tears from the zones of waste of war barren the youth.

Slowly rowing ores of time, blink, blinking eyes on, row, row.

What is the carbon credit for the arts?

Old fashion books, thoughts which are ironed down and pressed hard onto the pages.

A nameless bird call awakes me with thoughts of you.

Out of the darkness, light’s desire was to be born.

The arts, AI and friendly fire.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

These series intertwine, in text and music.

Refection from the Mediterranean. 

Polihow

These musical paintings should be viewed with an eye-sense of music.

Polihow.

In F major.

These musical paintings should be viewed with an eye-sense of music.

Count Ignazio Alessandro Cozio di Salabue (1755-1840) was one of the first great connoisseurs and collectors of violin from Italy. Wikipedia.

Chordly Series 4. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

The river of tears from the zones of waste of war barren the youth.

Slowly rowing ores of time, blink, blinking eyes on, row, row.

What is the carbon credit for the arts?

Old fashion books, thoughts which are ironed down and pressed hard onto the pages.

Open skies, open grounds, open seas, open eyes and open hearts.

A nameless bird call awakes me with thoughts of you.

Out of the darkness, light’s desire was to be born.

The arts, AI and friendly fire.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

These series intertwine, in text and music. Refection from the Mediterranean. 

Lynmedi

The river of tears from the zones of waste of war barren the youth.

Lynmedi.

In F major.

The river of tears from the zones of waste of war barren the youth.

Francois Tourte (1747-1835) was a Frenchman widely credited with the invention of the modern violin bow. Benning Violins.

Chordly Series 4. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

Slowly rowing ores of time, blink, blinking eyes on, row, row.

What is the carbon credit for the arts?

Old fashion books, thoughts which are ironed down and pressed hard onto the pages.

Open skies, open grounds, open seas, open eyes and open hearts.

Today’s composition was a toss-between composition.

The band marched in a trance of silence behind, the bulging rain.

A nameless bird call awakes me with thoughts of you.

Behind locked thick iron doors, words still slipped through.

Out of the darkness, light’s desire was to be born.

The arts, AI and friendly fire.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

These series intertwine, in text and music.

Refection from the Mediterranean.