What is love but a leap of faith?
What is love but a leap of faith? I had that thought many years ago. It came to me like a mystery, and I still ponder it often.
“Faith demolishes the wall of a world closed and locked within itself and opens a window into the divine realm. Therefore to pray means to stand at the window of faith, to see, to hear, to respond and be responsible.” From The Windows of Faith, Prayers of Holy Hildegard.
Surrounded by my music.
The hand-written score for Woodscrossing surrounds me. This was my first composition to win an award. It won The Radius Ensemble’s Eighth Annual Pappalardo Composition Competition and premiered at Longy Conservatory’s Pickman Hall in March 2019. I was a graduate diploma student at the time, and this was a major encouragement for me to continue on the compositional journey. The Radius Ensemble is a wonderful professional new music ensemble based in Boston, MA. The concept and name for Woodscrossing came to me in a dream: the idea of making it through expansive, unending, unknown darkness, somehow through a link in the psyche between creation and that darkness. Woodscrossing is scored for oboe, piano, and cello.
Kansas City, land of fountains.
Salem, Massachusetts.
David T. Little masterclass at UMKC
Once upon a time, I lived in a haunted house in Salem and wrote music at a window-side piano.
Masterclass with David Ludwig
At the Blackveil Studio in Salem, MA.
A sunny day before flying home to NYC.
Leave a star upon my lips and subtle perfume in my soul...
Once upon a time, in DMA Land...
Singing Debussy at the Nelson Atkins Museum in Kansas City. With pianist, Yuefeng Liu
Why from my dreams, why wake me?
At the Blackveil in Salem, MA. Where kindred spirits roam...
Would you like to probe the night of my spirit? I like you, wander the ideal world of dreams...
And the sweet gaze of the stars, and the song of the breeze in the thicket, remind me of the brilliance of your eyes, and of your voice, this ineffable music...
Pax et bonum: peace and all good
Creaturing in NYC...
If I could make the world as pure and strange as what I see...
Noble ideal illuminating my horizon...will I die contemplating you from afar?
Gladness springs forth from sorrow...tomorrow and tomorrow...
Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; For Love is strong as Death, longing fierce as Sheol. Its arrows are arrows of fire, flames of the divine.
Deep waters cannot quench love, nor rivers sweep it away…
elegentine vines of twilight streamed sea floors, one implores, yearning for it all the more...for those twilight streams, God, the angels, and souls adore...
In the evening, in that mysterious space where the lark concludes its song, and trembling Venus hides in the heart of the sea...Remember you there to me. Remember me there to thee.