Fractured Intent
Cedar shavings curl against the musician's boots, carrying the sharp, resinous scent of freshly carved wood. As he adjusts his grip, each stroke of the rusted blade strips away layers to reveal a hollowed architecture where brass and copper meet. This methodical dismantling transforms the instrument into a vessel defined by its absences, shaping how silence will eventually yield to sound. The tool no longer merely strikes the surface; it carves out the very space required for a note to breathe.