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Day seven, frozen pipes
I’ve had sleepovers in three different friend’s houses now, and one at my studio. The houses I’ve stayed at in town play constant musical obsessive repetitive drips in counterpoint to their ticking analogue clocks. Our entire small city shares the consequences of too-shallow water mains and fast-creeping frost. We are either frozen here, or dripping […]
It strikes me as I look out at all the curves of white that this winter has changed the shape of us here. In places where two months ago I walked on level ground, there are dense mounds of tiny ice crystals waist-high, knee high, shoulder high. Rooftops end in curves, trees and traffic signs […]
New Work, 2014
New work. From Storm-Stayed first week of January. What a pleasure. Here are some of the bits that will go up at the River Cafe – hoping this weekend, if Karen and I can make it so. Subsequent Gathering tba, stay tuned. …and a few other littler things. I’m happy.
…major dharmic interventions…
It’s become a bit like being in my own reality TV show, this process of getting paintings out the door. The day has just passed that I’d targeted as my deadline, barring a major dharmic intervention. I will say that I have made great progress, and these two huge impossibles are very close to being […]
green gathers under
The morning is still still and grey weighed down by two feet of spring snow. Even the sky is heavy. The birds do their best to lighten things up but we have no warm welcome for them this year after the long flight north. Just heavy grey, heavy snow, covered in old rabbit tracks. It […]
Through the gate, I think.
I look forward to this shift to Schedule every year – a good time to set clear intentions. Here goes 2012-2013, Part 1: 1. I will learn the Brahms by March. 2. I will learn the Faure by December, tape a performance and send it down to Guelph, for application as a Suzuki teacher up […]
inspired inspired by all the input these past few days – New Zealand, Ukraine & the Balkans (via Toronto), Russia, Romania, Rwanda, Scotland – folks from all these places gathered here to talk, play and sing about change & re-volution. All of it a huge call to collectively change the way we think. Well, I’m […]
prayers and tools
Kol Nidrei (arranged for cello & piano) on the stand beside The Bach Suites. Above and to the right, a clock and the first viola John Newton made as a student (no bridge or strings – I’m honoured to keep it safe here). Then the big black hanging fish, then my sewing machine, then the […]
Thursday morning, in the rain
I get to plant trees with my parents. I can’t imagine being more content than this. pictures to come.