Good morning North Adams. I'm standing on main street, waiting to cross the road...
On ‘I Want You To Panic’, by my dear friend and creative comrade, Elizabeth Shearon. I gave the world premiere of this piece on flute/piccolo at MASS MoCA in July. Liz’s piece samples Greta Thunberg’s action-provoking speech at the World Economic Forum in Davos this year, augmented by singing (by Liz) and the flute line. Through her piece and this article Liz brings to our attention some crucial realities regarding our role as humans and our unique and powerful voices to act against this ecological crisis.
Who I am and what are my values
Since the start of my artistic journey I’ve been wondering what creative purpose I have and how I can contribute with my ideas and skills. There’ve always been a question of how to get from an “A” to a “B” in terms of ideas and the final result. And often it’s the other way around: I’m seeking a path already knowing what I want to achieve and what effect I’m aiming for. Be that in the concert hall or in the everyday life.
I am deeply passionate about music, that’s for sure, but there’re also many other things that I sincerely care about. The things such as our planet, flora and fauna of it in addition to general compassion and love towards other living beings. So I can confidently say that at this time (and surely lot later on) of my career…
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Apart from being pride month*, the month of June was dedicated to July. Of course, the time we invest in practicing and working is always an long-term investment and influences our future outputs. But July needed a month of preparation, to learn all the music that I was to be playing.
I had never been to Germany before. In fact, there are many places in Europe that I have never been despite being half-European. Driving into Würzburg my sleepy eyes and mind thought that I had returned to the lush landscape of Elmsted, instead now castles had replaced cows. The magnolia trees were in at the Hauptbahnhof. I adore the pale colour of the giant flowers heavy on their leafless branches.
These writings are for all those I kept waiting, those who encouraged me to write more and for those who are curious and love the worlds woven from words and of course for those of us who are in need of some moments for procrastination pleasure.
I now find myself past the midway mark of my time at The Studio...
before proceeding please listen: I've been told that England seems to be mostly in eternal drizzle to the point I thought it true. This place I've known for less than a week now has welcomed me with a warmth all too familiar. Did I bring that warm weather with me? This question incessantly plays in … Continue reading …till the cows come home