Dianthus, from the Latin name for the carnation flower. This piece for solo cello intends to convey in the music an image of a flower under glass, orangey-lush but at the same time pale and fragile. Therefore, by analogy, I wanted to present sonorities typical of the solo cello repertoire (Kodaly, Cassadò) that represent the flower, but with the intrusion in the form of reflections from a faux environment (the glass) that I want to explore in the form of harmonics.

“Sì: ho colto garofani alteri delle tue guance, e avean corolle sì rance con sì bizzarri screzi neri… Ma sotto i tuoi occhi sono cresciute le viole, come di marzo, al primo sole, sulle rive dei fossi.” -Attilio Bertolucci, Madrigale