The Sound That Stars Make

Deep in the woods of the Pacific Northwest, artist Rodney Pond has created a memorial to Matthew from English ivy stems stripped from red alder trees. The installation is beautifully documented in words and images.

To me this piece is a meditation on regeneration and how the individual and the collective resolve themselves in the cycle and rhythm of infinite variations of being, reflected in the spirit of Whitman’s “Song of Myself” and improvisitory music.

The title came from a profound observation a friend’s neice made when she was five years old. Upon hearing crickets and tree frogs singing in a humid Florida night she exclaimed in wonderment “Oh! that’s the sound that stars make!”.

Indeed it is.