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If one is called to think of a bell, there are certain adjectives that will come to mind as our memories are stirred to recall the tones of its toll: resonance, clarity, brightness, depth, resilience, repetition.Within the deed of a single bell bounding in a belfry lies an auditory act of thunderous harmony.Suppose a short distance away another bell begins to sound. What emerges?A luminous dialogue begins to resound. From the clanging conversation between two pure and repetitive tones is born a caciphony of echoes. Subtle shades of rhythm and reason are created from this seemingly random collision of sound. Because of the underlying repetitiveness of this act it can be said that there is also something stable and consistent in it. It is almost organic, like the beating of a heart. Even if the bells sound at differeing tones and intensities, through moments of overlapping abstraction the connection is irrefutable. Yet this symphony is fleeting, it is the gift if that exact coincidence, never to be repeated precisely again.Somewhere in this anonymous dialogue echoes the common human experience as the silent observer casting the singing shadow. My work explores themes of solitary reflection and the intimate nature of ephemeral experience. It is a way of distilling and preserving the evanescent lives of instantaneous encounters commonly kept in the most secret stillness of our skins. You should create your own MySpace Layouts like me by using nUCLEArcENTURy .COM's MySpace Profile Editor !