22" O.A.K Reverberant Concave I (2601gr)

€748.00


Serial# :
QC2581

The salt blossomed in the air as the hull swayed up and down with the waves. The smell was so distinct, it was freeing, infused of an innocence that beckoned me towards the horizon. It’s soothing rhythm ended and begun every time my feet were struck by the moving water underneath. I was a pilot, a rider, an adventurer. I was floating atop a reverberant concave carrying me forth, traversing crystalline waters. That meager vessel was a portal, one that transported me — if only for a couple of hours — back and fro a world of play and one of distant observance.

A memory forever vivid, the jagged sweltering rocks peeking out of the blue, the song of the wind that quieted all noise, the shades of green that went by as we moved onward, the aged and work-torn wood, the saltpeter within its grooves, the exciting anticipation for day of exploration. One of the few pictures I hold unto of what it meant to grow up.

Who would have known that my life would be framed within reverberant concaves.

O.a.k (One-of-a-kind):

This line of instruments acts as my space for study and unbounded creativity. It is the continuation of my original non-serialized work, meaning, a cymbal line where anything goes. 


It will most likely also act as the breeding grounds for any forthcoming new lines and designs as time moves forward, so keep your eyes open, one of these could one day become a regular act.


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Serial# :
QC2581

The salt blossomed in the air as the hull swayed up and down with the waves. The smell was so distinct, it was freeing, infused of an innocence that beckoned me towards the horizon. It’s soothing rhythm ended and begun every time my feet were struck by the moving water underneath. I was a pilot, a rider, an adventurer. I was floating atop a reverberant concave carrying me forth, traversing crystalline waters. That meager vessel was a portal, one that transported me — if only for a couple of hours — back and fro a world of play and one of distant observance.

A memory forever vivid, the jagged sweltering rocks peeking out of the blue, the song of the wind that quieted all noise, the shades of green that went by as we moved onward, the aged and work-torn wood, the saltpeter within its grooves, the exciting anticipation for day of exploration. One of the few pictures I hold unto of what it meant to grow up.

Who would have known that my life would be framed within reverberant concaves.

O.a.k (One-of-a-kind):

This line of instruments acts as my space for study and unbounded creativity. It is the continuation of my original non-serialized work, meaning, a cymbal line where anything goes. 


It will most likely also act as the breeding grounds for any forthcoming new lines and designs as time moves forward, so keep your eyes open, one of these could one day become a regular act.


…SCROLL DOWN FOR IN-DEPTH VIDEO SAMPLE…

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