It is a delicious reality that this is what my workspace is, a clutter of music, a jumble of instruments. A bit of life exploding at the seams, in the ways that I myself am not containable into a neat box or space. This is how I write, with pen and sheets, with violin and piano ever close by to play, create and generally follow what threads are presenting themselves. My day today can almost entirely be summed up by this picture, the occasional shuffle, to make room for me on the piano bench, until the violin demands to take over once again. I am writing violin parts for a concert in February, and I lived in them today, they kept me afloat today.

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