meditazione sonora per un amico lontano

One day in the early Spring 1998, an anonymous Japanese man encountered on the Chiyoda Line in Tokyo, told me out of the blue these exact words: “Those who recognize that imagination is the arbiter of reality we call them ‘wise’, those who then put this knowledge into practice in life we call them ‘artists’ “.

After that he disappeared in a large crowd flowing out of the train. I tried to reach him but I could not.

In those same days I also acquired these resonating singing bowls.