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Sarah Emily Miano Biography

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“Consider yourself and the cello. As you play the music moves out to the listener, and also enters the core of your own being, for somehow you are tuned to the cello. Well, I am persuaded that this is because you are a chord. I am a chord. Our DNA dictates our physicality-made up of billions of little notes-on a basic level. Add to that our geography, background et cetera, and you have your original score. Life is the layering of chords, but the underlying one that we are will never change. This brings us to string theory and love. Our personal chord resonates with the personal ones of others, and sometimes we encounter another person who is completely harmonious with us. It is a dominant, overwhelming attraction on the DNA level. However, such a person can appear to be our opposite-and that's where this 'opposites attract' notion comes from-because they have tuned their chord in a different way. In reality, we are attracted to the person we have chosen not to become, an alternative adjustment to a chord that is nearly the same as our own. The clashing portions of the chords sounding together advance the richness of it. So when you make love you aren't expressing emotions or showing affection, you are merging melodies. You are players in the same symphony.”

“My shell collection Here are my shells, orderly to the eye, mysterious to the mind. Some are rough and grainy, others are soft and pearly. Mine are all empty, but out in the sea there are empty ones too – as many as there are full. When the creatures emerge, they leave part of themselves behind. That is why I think of these spirals as living though they are asleep in their forms.”

“The apothecary holds out a large volume with the title ‘De Defabrica’. Taking the book, the painter runs his fingers across the leather cover, then lifts it open. “Where did you find it?” “When? Last week. It’s the first anatomy book since Vesalius, written by Adriaen van den Spieghel.” “No, where?” As the painter flips open the thick pages, he finds many illustrations and detailed fragments of body parts he has never even heard of before. “I have many sources, young man.” On hearing a bell – a customer has arrived – he advances towards the door. “Look it over, but be sure to return it.”