November 18th, 2023
It has been a time of walking down boulevards that fade with each passing step; where landmarks of recognition, that appeared for many years to be structurally sound, have been rendered as fragile as the wispy remains of dandelion seeds drifting far off into the dissolution of a life that never was.
Storms are drawing ever closer now, revealing and separating paths, shifting the focus to a silent centre, where solemn choices, filled with the echoes of an urgent destiny, present themselves. Where the choice is but a mere formality, a crumbling track repeatedly disappears and reappears with each footstep. Fleeting moments of recognition are rare, offering a hopeful glimpse of what is to be.
On this path of solitude there is a re-centering around that which is intangible and true. Much of what was known falls away, facilitating the conscious removal of distractions that seek to divert focus from a purity that cannot be swayed by external motivations or ruminations. A return to previous scattered concerns can no longer be entertained.
Many days this month have been spent considering and working on technicalities; the nuances of colour mixing, the effects of visible brushstrokes, the interplay of different types of edges. The work of writing quietly continues, but it is necessary to devote more time to developing the visual art at present. It is not possible for there to be a rigid adherence to fixed ideas of how, and when, work from each medium will be produced and presented. There can only be dedication to its production and all the work that will necessarily entail.
In a time of much uncertainty, perhaps the understated beauty of Respighi’s, “Berceuse for Piano and Violin in D minor,” is a fitting accompaniment for the quiet work required by a path of solitude, stillness and dedication.
Sincerely,
SC