El Absurdo Infinito
The cello has affected me through the years sonically and photographically. I have enjoyed its sound. My mother (I do not know if she was correct) told me that the cello most resembled a human’s voice. I would have countered that a badly played oboe was a whining baby to perfection.
I have photographed many cellists and strangely most women with the exception of Ariel Barnes, the Venetian Claudio Ronco (who introduced me to the music of David Popper who in many of his compositions for cello sounds like Bach on amphetamines) and (yes!) Mstislav Rostropovich.
Two female cellists of note, both young, beautiful and talented have been Juliana Soltis and Marina Hasselberg. The latter has not remained in one proven genre and has branched out from her classic modern cello and baroque cello (no endpin and gut strings) to plugging it in to alternating current.
In need of an excuse to place here this double whammy of a photograph I discovered and Argentine cellist who has composed an interesting piece in homage to Julio Cortázar’s hyperlink (it can be read in a linear form or in several other suggested jumbling of chapters) novel Hopscotch (Rayuela).
Here it is. El Absurdo Infinito
Originally published at blog.alexwaterhousehayward.com.
