When I talk to my sister on the phone I frequently hear background noise, not just the everyday requests of children, the warning bark of dogs or the alert of the doorbell. No, this is more of a shifting scratching fluid noise that is both curious and comforting. It is the sound of inception, the noise of creation as she sifts through glass and glam, horn and wood to deliver a creation so stunningly unexpected.
She starts with a bit and lets it speak to her
She then adds a bob and as it sings to her
And then a benediction of beauty
