Bertoia 

Sometimes a post is just a moment in time, a snapshot of something personal that has thousands of words tied to it, but are they really necessary? Bertoia and his sound sculptures are parts of my life. They were objects I loved before I knew anything about them – their history was anecdotal. They were musical instruments as works of art and vice versa. We’re told as children to not touch the art, but Bertoia turned this notion on its head. “Play me,” he coaxed and I’ve always loved him for that.   

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