The octaves in unison, the melodies clean; forgery is beside the point. The whole thing is scrubbed clean against the metal ritmo basin, in a round motion, into a round cut. The basin is ripe with rust and filled with rain water. A little of it drizzles out the drill-holes at the base of the ritmo. Dual-action pellets extend the volume, and the hard and soft flow. The circularity of the motion is dependent on communication, conversation between Andrea Davi and Andrea Davi and Andrea Davi and…. Perhaps one of those mirrors talking back wonders what is like to be baptized, in that little drizzle, by Brad Dourif in a white straw hat.
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