Chattchitto - ((install))

And so ChattChitto learned: To collect is human. To listen is kind. But to offer your own raw, trembling voice — even when it shakes — is to finally stop being an echo, and become a source. You are not the keeper of other people’s sounds. You are the keeper of your own silence breaking.

One monsoon, the forest fell silent. A great fever had stolen the voices of the parrots, the monkeys, even the whistling wind. The only sound was the drip-drip-drip of rain on tin leaves. The animals huddled in fear, unable to ask for help, unable to call their children. chattchitto

But deep at the bottom of the gourd was a sound ChattChitto had never heard before. It was his own voice from last winter, when he had sat alone and cried: “Why does no one listen?” And so ChattChitto learned: To collect is human