Looking outward, this is a segment from a series revolving around the relationship between my son (then 10 yrs old) and daughter (then 4 yrs old). Their relationship is too complicated and too dynamic to understand. That I know. This piece does not try to explain anything other than the fact of an overlapping acoustic environment and proximate activities. Looking inward, WOOD is also a reflection on the many overlapping rhythms of the body.
—Anonymous