Bodhran . . .
Simply picking up the drum and walking out the back door into the woods was how this photograph was taken in Ireland. I didn't know what I was going to do with the broken bodhran, but as I sat among the trees, observable differences in the light, shadow and texture of the morning slowly revealed themselves.
A friend reminded me that activity is only really in service of that period of reflection at the end. There is silence built-in at the end of any sound, a reminder that perhaps we need to build and hold space for silence. Especially in these noisy times . . .
"Untold" juried group exhibition
377 North Main Street
Mansfield, MA 02048
Dates: January 17 - April 20, 2020
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