vVvA log

the short version of the story is that i am composing a musical piece for one anvil and 5 heads. each head has a solenoid inside that hammers the anvil. one solenoid comes from the third eye of a robot, other solenoid comes from the ear of a baby, other from the nose of pinocchio, other from the eye of an angry man, and other from the brain of a cat. the heads and the anvil altogether are the first sculpture i have built. it is a kinetic sculpture and a musical instrument as well. i have been working on it since one month ago in collaboration with my friend the sculptor aj liberto. the experience of dealing with physical computing and 3d forms has been rewarding. i am happy with the results. i am glad also with how the concept of this piece came out from my research on the comic uses of sound. this sculpture, “anvil head,” is a complement to my masters thesis “the new sounds of the slap-of-the-stick.” in fact, the sound of this sculpture is a new sound of the slap-of-the-stick.

the light of a rainy and misty autumn day is the one of a matte watercolor painting. it is beautiful and calm. even though i like very much the sunny days with bright blueish light when all the leaves get a persuasive glint. the nice thing about the mist is the sort of melancholy added to the panorama. a sort of nostalgia of threes dresses. the threes are just getting semi-naked right now after a long day of mist and short showers. there is no sound in the sidewalks. all the crushing leaves are not on the side, they have just cover the whole ground as a huge carpet. sometimes those carpets have tiny ponds where the mirroring effect let as see the almost naked threes. it is a sign of the end of the fall. and if it was not because the winter up here is so long i will not be that worry about the weeks to come. it is tough stuff. but the autumn is colorful lovely in new england, dresses of all kinds from yellows to oranges and reds and even greens. evergreens that are usually very small and strong bushes. as the sky keeps pouring i come back to my writing duties listening in the background to a march of a newenglander, mr Charles Ives, being played in a piano and being entittled “See The Conquering Hero Comes.”