Summer grows into Autumn.
In two weeks I play cello for these, and for Gloria and the Oboe Concerto in F (more info here); it’s good to have such a soundtrack to live and work by. Thank you, Vivaldi, for composing this music 300 years ago.
I listen to II mvt of the Oboe concerto as I take stock of my studio. It’s in transition – from the heat-wave quasi-prison it became in preparation for an artisan booth full of functional art pieces these past three weeks to the fully open creative space it will be for the next eleven. Full production begins tomorrow for the first instalment of a multi-arts & performance show, #Water will ‘sneak peek’ for an evening Saturday November 14 in Massie Ontario.
It’s Clear the Boards time.
In these days, a flushing of old ideas and concepts; a quiet but detailed acknowledgement of the impact of events these past ten weeks; a clear light shone again upon the plans I made last spring for this September until June 2016 – in short, I need to allow my mind to change its shape.
To allow room for the grand mistakes that teach me more than any school or schedule ever could. Room to make these impossibly subtle ideas manifest in paint, music and words. I want to wrap my audience in soft understanding of the large and tiny things that affect the ecosystem that we are. I want laughter to be a big part of the performance, in which we entertain each other, and challenge each other a little, so see and hear things slightly differently.
I want elegance out of mess, I want insight into muck, I want a way through to something unimagined. I’ve some idea that what I can see in my mind is possible, but not really. I know I’m going in with big blind spots, and this is more than a little terrifying. I’m going in though, regardless, rich with gratitude and good collaborators. I’ll tell that story here in the weeks leading to November 14.
Gig to play now. I’ll be back here in eight hours, where the engine now purrs with promise.
and Vivaldi plays on….