We ended with a meditation singing 'Ong' repetitively, at our own pace and at our own pitch. We just had to let the sound go from our belly, no control and no thoughts about how it would sound. The sound was breaking the silence and the tones were wonderful. At a miraculous moment we all ended at the same time and at the same pitch.Immediately after that we started drawing, with charcoal this time on a huge A1-sized piece of paper. We drew our experience of singing (see my finished drawing below). I drew the higher notes at the top of the paper, the lower on the bottom. Lines that started halfway were sounds after taking a breath. The circles represent the 'Ong'-sound: if I sing that my arm draws an O in in the air and not just on paper.
|my finished charcoal drawing|
After that we were asked to write a four-lined poem, a bit like a Haiku. It didn't need to rhyme, but it should tell our experience of the workshop. I wrote three verses, originally in Dutch, on the left a translation:
Unanimously / Eenstemmigheid
but projected separately / apart ingezet
one very long breath / één hele lange adem
than it is over / dan is het voorbij
Out of the everyday / Uit het dagelijkse
to the silence and breath / naar de stilte en ademhaling
at different pitches / verschillende toonhoogten
come together fluently / komen vloeiend samen
Sounds of traffic / Geluid van het verkeer
draught from underneath the door / tocht onder de deur door
singing of women like in a convent / gezang van vrouwen als in een klooster
and scratching of charcoal on paper / en gekras van houtskool op papier
We finished the evening with organic and vegan pies, delicious!This morning I hung up my drawing on the wall with the smallest nails I could find. I quite like how it came out and every time I look at it, I can feel the Ong-sound.