“Creatures vocalize in special relationships with one another, just like instruments in an orchestra,” said Krause. He compared a soundscape of cicadas, chestnut-winged babblers, and gibbons to classical music, showing the animals’ music on a staff, reading the notes as though Beethoven wrote them. Who knew that sea anemone made noise, let alone moaned? Then he played a recording of the electromagnetic frequencies of lightning storms happening at the equator, which travel throughout the Earth’s crust, eventually reaching the North and South Poles. The static noises of the storms were eerily similar to the sounds of two breeds of seals at opposite ends of the Earth, who “also sound electronic to me.” The laughing child was seven years, or five. The elected stood on stones. The tower of their abilities combined produced height called all the ever. This could present a charm in the entrance hall, as hordes mumble over their next backtrack. Chasing seizing trying hard, and the laughing child stoops to pick up a rock. Rocks are great towns that you throw into seas, rivers, or lakes. That’s why we vote and you should listen to the towns. They sink like any sun in any sky that has been lost to living pleas of feldspar, granite, even mica. Someday will be mystery enthroned in the cackle behind the scenes when we are fencing for cuteness, which is a way of aestheticizing powerlessness. It hinges on a sentimental attitude toward the diminutive and / or weak, which is why cute objects — formally simple or noncomplex, and deeply associated with the infantile, the feminine, and the unthreatening — get even cuter when perceived as injured or disabled. So there’s a sadistic side to this tender emotion. Of course, Ai Weiwei is not the first to do an installation like this; Antony Gormley did “Field” as early as 1989, which has been installed five times across the globe. Each installation solicits the help of many local workers and local clay to complete the project, including one installation in Guangzhou, China. Sweet Hitler only had one nut. An armpit had to be removed gently from the testicle. But is this an ideal flaw?
[Note: Sources: an article in the Harvard Gazette, as quoted in “Jonathan Skinner’s Poems Set to Field Recordings of Animal and Natural Soundscapes”, at Harriet, 3 Oct 012; Allen Bramhall, “Orchestral Suite in D, for Reason and Wiles”, at Simple Theories, 3 Oct 012; Sianne Ngai, as quoted in Adam Jasper, “Our Aesthetic Categories: An Interview with Sianne Ngai”, at Cabinet 43; Ben Valentine, “Where Do Ai Weiwei’s Sunflower Seeds Begin and End?”, at Hyperallergic, 3 Oct 012; Tyson Bley, “PANORAMAS AND OTHER PERFORATIONS”, at Gobbet, 3 Oct 012]