Friday, May 7, 2010

Listen...

The most essential sound of summer for me is the fluting voice of the doves, it's so away/distant and inside/close at the same time.

More about this work on the Tinytheatre blog. I love my drill, I don't care what the Freud dude says.

11 comments:

Jasmine said...

I love your bridge! Keep playing with that drill Sudsan xJ

Charles Gramlich said...

Lol about the Freud comment.

Clowncar said...

Glorious, Spark. A bridge to stillness.

We had mourning doves in our old neighborhood. Sweet way to start the day.

aleph said...

precious post, Susan. And it made me feel the essentials of summer time so near me, though it´s autumn here and now.
Never mind what that Freud dude says, he´ll ALWAYS have something to say ON EVERYLITTLE THING we do.
Tinytheatre blog today is very, very beautiful!

Cláudia said...

Wonderful work presented in "two parts", one vertical, another horizontal. So many possibilities to see - and to listen to!

I am sure Freud would be very, very proud of you and your drill!

JJ Beazley said...

They probably sound the same as our wood pigeons. And I agree. We also get a little visitor from Africa called the chiff-chaff, because that's the call they make. I had one spend nearly the whole of last summer on my TV aerial, calling away constantly and 'being summer' for me.

Art said...

Keep on drilling ; ) !

Titus said...

Interesting, doves and Summer I just don't associate at all.

But the bridge. The more I think about it, the more it becomes the essence of books. Inspired!

Shayna Prentice said...

Susan, I feel that way about doves, too ... "the fluting voice" - lovely. (I love my drill, too.) And - your work presented over at TinyTheatre is - sheerly beautiful.

Deb G said...

Made me smile! One of my neighbors had doves for awhile. When I'd walk by their house in the morning, I could hear them...

Tammie Lee said...

this photo is inviting
i want to shrink to a wee tiny being and walk amongst the sticks.