Tag Archives: Ponsoun

Keeseio

I counted the clouds on the steps of Komeeso a sculpture and counted them all.

Keeseio.

In D-flat major.

I counted the clouds on the steps of Komeeso’s sculpture and counted them all.

Rene Francois Lacôte (1785-1855) was a Romantic luthier from Paris, France.

Cello Series 3. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

The purple key is the key.

Return back to the page the unspoken verse.

Hook on to every moment, as there is no loose time to lose.

Above my head, a sky-facing blue-painted window gazed.

Is it this, or is it that? Not here nor there. Choices, choices, choices for spinning heads.

To care for books is to read them and look.

Is the carrot a rabbit?

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

It all comes down to expression and vocabulary.

Key, keylines and their meanings.

These series intertwine, in text and music.

Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Noikneli

Above my head, a sky-facing blue-painted window gazed.

Noikneli.

In G-flat major.

Above my head sky-facing, a blue-painted window gazed.

Giuseppe Giovanni Battista Guarneri (1666-1739/1740) also known as Giuseppe “filius”, was a violin maker from the famous Guarneri family.

Cello Series 3. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

Is it this, or is it that? Not here nor there. Choices, choices, choices for spinning heads.

To care for books is to read them and look.

Is the carrot a rabbit?

– Strange words in wine, blossomed through the night.

– Day One B.C, the day I can’t remember.

Letters from the Typewriter.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

It all comes down to expression and vocabulary.

Key, keylines and their meanings.

These series intertwine, in text and music.

Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Chomefo

The woodless tree became the Christmas tree.

Chomefo.

In F# minor.

The woodless tree became the Christmas tree.

To care for books is to read them and look.

Giovanni Grancino (1637-1709) was one of the early Milanese luthiers.

Cello Series 3. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

Letters from the Typewriter.

The weather does not lie.

Every shadow has its light.

The halt of the thought by the round full stop.

The melody’s ghost is still present

The blue wide ocean lays open, where do I start?

The wild winds of literature.

The silent shadows.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

It all comes down to expression and vocabulary.

Key, keylines and their meanings.

These series intertwine, in text and music.

Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Indimrium

The weather does not lie.

Indimrium

In E-flat.

The weather does not lie.

Vincenzo Rugeri (1663-1719)Italian luthier of Cremona, of string instruments such as violin, cellos, and violas.

Cello Series 3. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

Every shadow has its light.

The halt of the thought by the round full stop.

The melody’s ghost is still present

The blue wide ocean lays open, where do I start?

The wild winds of literature.

The silent shadows.

Make it work for you.

There is little room, in an open sea.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

It all comes down to expression and vocabulary.

Key, keylines and their meanings.

These series intertwine, in text and music.

Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Thcoloc

Thcoloc.

Every shadow has its light.

In E-flat.

Every shadow has its light.

Carlo Bergonzi (1683-1747) Italian luthier and prominent member of the Bergonzi Family.

Cello Series 3. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

The halt of the thought by the round full stop.

The blue wide ocean lays open, where do I start?

The wild winds of literature.

The silent shadows.

There is little room, in an open sea.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

Sometimes seen, sometimes heard.

It all comes down to expression and vocabulary.

Key, keylines and their meanings.

These series intertwine, in text and music.

Reflections from the Mediterranean.