last meditation, omaggio a J.Coltrane.

the sound is the color, mutant, sometimes unpredictable. the gesture is jazz, breaks in the white spaces, the emptiness, the vibration of a pulse, long, deep, blue flavor and a bit further. The trowel is like the reed of a sax devoured, the breath, the air is the gesture, the gesture is the son of the sound, the sound is the color ... silence of white space, pause, soaring and depth. Eyes who listen... tribute to John Coltrane