
F-Holes Are All Basically the Same—Except That They’re All Different
Every violin f-hole looks like its twin, and they all look the same. But this is not the case with classical makers, especially the Italians of the Golden Period.

Every violin f-hole looks like its twin, and they all look the same. But this is not the case with classical makers, especially the Italians of the Golden Period.

We spoke with eight string players from various camps or schools of study about challenges and what keeps them coming back to the practice room for more.

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