Influence of John Cage
A memory of a memory coming from one of my first presentations while studying graphic design
We’re in an official seasonal transition from summer to autumn. This is what I wrote two years ago as I enjoyed the colors changing around me for the first time in a decade. I was reading outside with my dog, Freyja. One of my favorite seasons. Enjoy.
I'm sitting here reading Silver Flames by Sarah Maas; the wind is blowing in the middle of fall. I'm on a couch, on a deck, littered with leaves I haven't yet cleaned up.
The trees are changing all around. Some without leaves. Some a brilliant yellow. Others green; transitioning into oranges, reds, and browns.
The wind is different here—the sounds that come with branches of trees; branches of leaves whooshing; trunks swaying from its force. It’s different than Amsterdam, where it whoops & whips, tunneling through canals of tar and water.
It reminds me of 4'33" by John Cage.