One Sunday morning, when I was 7 or 8 I accompanied my father to visit a luthier workshop. I cannot recall why we went there or where exactly it was. However, I remember with crystal clarity the sunlight coming in through the window, the instruments hanging and piled up, the sound of the violoncello they were testing and, above all, the unmistakable smell that has been with me ever since.
Obsessive game of symmetries, asymmetries, gaps, thickness.
Measure and more measure...
Weight, height, depth.
Vagueness missed by your touch, not your eye.
Weight, height, depth.
Vagueness missed by your touch, not your eye.
Vagueness missed by your eye, not your touch.
Mathematics and accuracy.
Measure and more measure.
Comparison, reference.
Solving bends, lost bends. Crucial distances, angles, method.
