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I just kept imagining what it would be like to have the life of an artist. The free one, full days spent in the studio dedicated to the art and passion itself where your life evolves around that one thing.
It’s not just the glamour of the stage light or the glittery gowns and sparkling heels that make it beautiful or special. But I see them pulling the harp into their chest while wearing pj’s and slippers and a messy bun, a cup of coffee by their side. They’ve made this their life. Its not just part of their life, it is their life.
Its something special and rare, a privilege that isn’t reserved just for a select few. I see my own needs, my emotional wanderings and current life situations that require me to divide my energy between my creative abilities and earning an income. Yet I also see my own neglect, avoidance or just overwhelm that I allow to keep me from making my passions my full-time life. There’s just something powerful and magically necessary in watching others breathe their passion. It painfully reminds me of the ways in which I’m not living my own.
They pleased us and provided a place for our imaginations to soar as we journeyed through Variations on a Theme by Paganini, South American Melodies by Ortiz, and the poetic movements of Bissill’s Three Dance Sketches.
“you see it,
you feel it,
you’re reminded of it when you see theirs.
their pursuit reminds you of your own.”
These are the thoughts that came to me, the ones I pondered and toyed with as the four young women strummed their instruments, drawing the sound towards themselves in upward strokes and back out again. And it was in this place and motion that I lived, floating on their notes until the very last plucks echoed up into the full auditorium.
Concert notes from Ravinia –
Chicago Harp Quartet, April 7, 2018
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