Through my 15 years in the United States, I have questioned the universality of love quite often, I still do to be clear. As one who loves on another land, in another culture and language, it is hard not to contemplate on the practice of love and how it changes from geography to geography, culture to culture, language to language.
This is applicable to grief as well because wherever there is love, there is grief and vice versa.
Strings is an attempt to sit in grief as an act of love - I have owed this to myself, to my years in the US and to love.
Strings is an attempt to understand the oneness of love/grief in tangent to the oneness of light/dark.
Strings is also an attempt to untie the untie-able. And then what?
