I often feel sorry for people who hear. They miss so much! There is so much to be found in silence, and hearing people don’t have much silence!
There once was silence. You could pass through a forest to find it, or just go out in your backyard. You could hear all the little living things.
Now there are so many distractions… many buildings, traffic, road construction, boom boxes, amps—noise is everywhere. You know what people say, “I can’t hear myself think!” Everyone wants to hear only what they want so they’ve got headsets on when they go for a walk or run and they screen out anything else. They don’t listen to the resonance of life around them.
“He can’t hear” doesn’t really describe me. You have to know how to call--then I will come!
If I had been hearing I would have learned from my parents speaking my name. I would have learned that a particular group of sounds meant me. But I never learned that. What I learned was, when a light flashed on and off, it was my father calling me!
Or maybe he stomped on the floor or banged on a door or wall.
The floor would resonate and I would feel the resonation in the next room. I would know my father wanted me, urgently. And I would come.
I often wondered why people would say, “I’m sorry” when I tell them I am deaf. Why are they sorry? Sorry for what?
Are you ready to learn how to summon a person like me?
I created my sculptural forms with the intent that they move and have resonance. Living things move and vibrate and create resonance. This is how we know when something or someone is dead or alive. A peculiar quietness descends when life departs. A dead, unmoving silence. I do not possess dead silence because I am alive, and my body vibrates within its space constantly, creating resonance, just as your body does, just as everyone’s body does. The heart is not still but throbs resonantly within everyone living.
Dead silence, live motion. I create my sculptures to summon to you like my father stomping on the floor. My sculptures are light, sheer. They have shadows and nuances. They are susceptible to movement around them, air currents, and the fall of light. The viewer sees and feels the motion, and senses the sound through the resonance pervading the space. It’s an utterance that speaks indelibly to us all.
It is the eloquence of resonance.