Bass on the street

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Author: Dimi Tabacelea

Dimensions: 17620  ×  18900 px at 300 dpi 
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• Print 300 dpi: 59 × 63 in (149 × 160 cm)
• Print 150 dpi: 117.5 × 126 in (298 × 320 cm)

In the place where sound, pigment, and time are breathed, there stands a man holding the living wood of an instrument that is no longer an object. It’s pure vibration, a calling, a depth that climbs your spine and lifts you out of yourself without asking permission. The sound rises from strings, from pavement, from buildings, from air that dances without a body. It’s a spell that sings and lives, a state you feel in a calm that gently pulls you out of being a spectator. You become part of the rhythm, the color, the ecstasy that has no name, no rules. You’re carried into a corner of the city where time slows down, and thoughts dissolve into pure harmony. There, you become music — rhythm and feeling, a living memory that never fades. There, on the street.

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