Passage of ash. The trapped sparrow hovered around the skywell. She swirled downward. She sunk to her last breath. Her ashes gleaned the Sedona sky. The piano sits empty. Tchaikovsky crawled within it. The piano lay dormant over the years. Within the ammunition vault, a black widow spins her web around the cocoon. Tchaikovsky's last thunderous note sent waves upon waves of questions to those who feel his solitude. What are these questions that arise from solitude? What does it feel like to be a grain of rice under a microscope? What is the sum of movable parts?
Flowers bloom from solitude.
Piano loom, Tchaikovsky's cocoon.
(c) Nuttaphol Ma 2010
"piano loom, Tchaikovsky's cocoon . 10apr10" is a site specific installation where Thai-born, Los Angeles based artist transforms a former ammunition vault at the Armory Center for the Arts into a piano room. The piece is part of a group show at the Armory entitled "Stitches". The exhibition is curated by Sinead Finnerty-Pyne.
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http://www.nuttaphol.net/
http://www.armoryarts.org/epk/stitches/index.html
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