Sunday, June 10, 2007
My sprinkler makes a sound on the anti-cat, anti-bird barrier for my raised bed: a plinking, plunking sound like unseen fingers stroking a loosely-strung harp.
Once at the Discovery Museum I saw and heard a sound sculpture that I have always wanted to recreate. Forks, knives and spoons were strung with fishing wire across an area about 5 feet by 5 feet. Suspended above them was a block of ice with small stones frozen into it. As the ice melted, the stones loosened and fell, and dropped onto the silverware, creating a random plink...clank...ping as they fell. I loved that thing.