Tag Archives: Venlelli

Ikonlov

Gilded words of wisdom in a hall of dark cold cobwebs.

Ikonlov.

In B minor.

Gilded words of wisdom in a hall of dark cold cobwebs.

Andrea Guarneri (1626-1698) was the founder of the Casa Guarneri a musician, luthier and grandfather to the very important luthiers Bartolomeo Giuseppe Guarneri, del Gesù.

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

What does the morning mirror reflect?

Although the ashes were blown away, the voice remained.

A cheering journey through the wild greens of the prairie.

Behind locked thick iron doors, words still slipped through.

As the light was drained from the weary day, tiny lights marked their stay in their heavenly place.

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

The kiss of meaning that words awaken, of memories on turning nights.  

The arts, AI and friendly fire.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

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

Goiess

What does the morning mirror reflect?

Goiess.

In B minor.

What does the morning mirror reflect?

Jacob Stainer (1618-1683) was a very important luthier from Absam, Austria.

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

Although the ashes were blown away, the voice remained.

A cheering journey through the wild greens of the prairie.

Behind locked thick iron doors, words still slipped through.

As the light was drained from the weary day, tiny lights marked their stay in their heavenly place.

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

The kiss of meaning that words awaken, of memories on turning nights.  

The clock is full of sand ready to leave you behind.

The arts, AI and friendly fire.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

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

Taeletio

A thousand heavens await to those imaginative interstellar travellers.

Taeletio

In E minor.

A thousand heavens await to those imaginative interstellar travellers.

Matteo Sellas was a German luthier known for lutes, archlutes and baroque guitars.

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

Behind locked thick iron doors, words still slipped through.

As the light was drained from the weary day, tiny lights marked their stay in their heavenly place.

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

The kiss of meaning that words awaken, of memories on turning nights.  

The clock is full of sand ready to leave you behind.

The heavenly hour has no name, perhaps one day.

Fail gloriously then not having a try at all.

The arts, AI and friendly fire.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

These series intertwine, in text and music.

Refection from the Mediterranean. 

Tymovoi

Behind locked thick iron doors, words still slipped through.

Tymovoi.

In G major.

Lostness

Behind locked thick iron doors, words still slipped through.

Giuseppe Rocca (1807-1865) was a 19th-century Italian luthier. He was found dead in a garden well after being married for the fifth time. He found the secret VARNISH composition used by Stradivarius and the old masters.

My two cents on what happened in to his wives is that the compounds fumes that he must have used for the varnish were too poison and it did poison him too, the reason why he was found dead in the well, trying to drink water.

So, the secret of good sound forms these wood instruments generate are the basswood and the ability to merge with the varnish. There are two fundamental varnish qualities, the hardness to reflect or absorb the sound generated and therefore reflection back. The other is the surface quality is it too smooth or has ripples that affect the sound?

These, one assumes are similar qualities that reflect radar radiation on aircraft’s surfaces.  

It sounds like a good movie.

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

As the light was drained from the weary day, tiny lights marked their stay in their heavenly place.

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

The kiss of meaning that words awaken, of memories on turning nights.  

The clock is full of sand ready to leave you behind.

The heavenly hour has no name, perhaps one day.

Fail gloriously then not having a try at all.

Dazzling lights of the night salvation out of sight.

The arts, AI and friendly fire.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

These series intertwine, in text and music.