Showing posts from October, 2010

A Farewell

It's been a tough year. There was something very very precious to me that I didn't want to let go of, something that was defining the course of my emotions, the way I was addressing life, the way I was dealing with myself, not only as a person but as a woman.
There was someone who became very important to me about ten years ago, someone who gave me the incredible experience of being totally accepted and loved and nurtured as myself, not as they would have me be. It was liberation, total commitment without terms and conditions, it was something that allowed me to recognize the vast and infinite being that we can be without having to become someone new.
I don't often talk about my personal life, because, hey, it's personal. However, this became such a prolonged experience that emerging from it requires, in my world, some formal recognition and expression of it. I need to acknowledge that it's happened, so that I can grow now, and forge a new world, a new path, and a …

Music Box Dancer

'The music in me is a music box dancer.'

An abiding memory from my first lessons in piano was the work "Music Box Dancer" made famous by Richard Clayderman. Now that I have returned to composing, song writing and playing for fun, I'm finding that there's a component of this process now working itself into my art - and my imagination is constantly dancing. Late late nights that finish with me at the keyboard, working through a melody that came to me while drawing - starting out the evening practicing guitar and writing lyrics that then find symbolic life through the images. It's a continuous reciprocal connection that is bonding vision, image, sound and music with lyric, words, thoughts - and then most importantly, everyday life.