The noon of the golden day is the time of greatest vitality. Sun and life at its highest point. The booming sounds from a tightly stretched tambourine are like the beating of a huge heart. Proclamation of power and opportunity. A tambourine, round as the sun, is traditionally rubbed on holidays with bacon and milk, sometimes with blood. He is like a family member, like a friend, you need to feed him.
The first tambourines appeared at the dawn of mankind, when magic was still inseparable from art. And the role of the artist was closer to that of a shaman, who understands earthly, heavenly and invisible nature, its laws and principles.
I remember how I myself made the first tambourine from birch and calfskin. It seems that somewhere now I hear it with a booming distant echo (epic fail, but thats another story)
A tambourine directed to the earth responds to Mother Earth, a tambourine directed to a person resonates with the heart, opens up new opportunities, a tambourine directed to the sky welcomes the forces of heaven, proclaims strength, freedom, flight
The first tambourines appeared at the dawn of mankind, when magic was still inseparable from art. And the role of the artist was closer to that of a shaman, who understands earthly, heavenly and invisible nature, its laws and principles.
I remember how I myself made the first tambourine from birch and calfskin. It seems that somewhere now I hear it with a booming distant echo (epic fail, but thats another story)
A tambourine directed to the earth responds to Mother Earth, a tambourine directed to a person resonates with the heart, opens up new opportunities, a tambourine directed to the sky welcomes the forces of heaven, proclaims strength, freedom, flight