Home to find the Shire bathed in sunlight and still buried in snow. Three days home and yet another winter storm howls and screams at my north windows. It’s mid-march. I don’t feel in any way inclined to take pictures of this weather.
But oh my studio is warm warm. Full of echoes left from hours of cello practise: Faure, Brahms, Bach, Schubert, Dvorak. Endlessly gratifying workout-studies.
Every muscle hurts. Including my heart.
Paintings all leapt ahead and comparing their new selves – mirrored across the walls, watch me move, see how I am, now.
More more more.
Wires like the promise of further connection: 1/4 inch to loop pedal to Soundboard to speakers. xlr from MK40 to board to speakers. These wait on new arrangements written in the car, on the road, in waking moments – and time… after the meetings, the rehearsals, the photoshoots, the graphic design, the lessons, classes, visits….
Tonight. Tomorrow, and then the tomorrow after.
I’m bigger somehow, since I’ve been away. So is the world.
Didn’t think I could love more than I did when I left. Turns out I can.
To achieve great things, two things are needed; a plan, and not quite enough time.