Autumn leaves caught in their dance, now part of this winter composition, which will transpose itself when melted by the sun. Temporary; just a song from a passer-by.
Not like a fused glass pendant, the symbols carved in the Rosslyn Chapel, or Frank Gehry’s Guggenheim in Bilbao.
These things are lasting, some say, frozen music.
I call architecture frozen music.
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
A book should serve as the ax for the frozen sea within us.
~ Franz Kafka
I start from something considered dead and arrive at a world. And when I put a title on it, it becomes even more alive.
~ Joan Miró