Stones

I was getting slightly impatient with C because he kept dawdling where we parked the bike, when I wanted to go inside. He was looking for and collecting what he calls “stones”, but what in reality are mutant hazelnuts. They are falling from the trees in any case. And when I finally got him in the door he would do more lingering in the doorway. But then I realized what he was doing. He was working on another toddler objet trouvé piece.

The stones had to first be sorted by size: Only if they did not fit through the grate in the entrance did they make it into the doormat.

Most of them were too big.

Over the past few weeks I tried to document his progress.

C’s Musical Performances

  • sitting on the hardwood floor with a pan handle in his mouth, rocking back and forth, scraping the pan across the structure of the floor rhythmically.
  • great acoustics inside the washing machine, using it for percussion.
  • empty plastic bottles on different surfaces and body parts for different percussive sound effects
  • singing and dancing “The Boxer” by Simon&Garfunkel

Our favorite collaboration: He goes into the washing machine and does the percussion while I sing frequencies that make the drum resonate.
It is really quite an interesting sound, I have never heard anything quite like it.