and it screams
of your resistance
Marking you were here
Just a lonely smear
On the canvas of existence
I say “NO!” - it can’t be
It can’t be true
“NO” - I refuse… I refuse
Oh heaven should not allow
For the sweetest fruit in so few hours
to turn so very sour
I drove home in the dark
... a long slice vertically out of the canvas. I am distraught “NO! You’ve ruined it!” I think. She takes a step back: “That’s better.” In this video, Anna talks candidly about how her experience of misscarriage led her to creating this painting, and how she had to destroy it in order to make it complete.
I am by no stretch a good piano player. But as I was writing this song, I was drawn to my old, slightly out-of-tune piano. There’s something about…
…writing on an instrument you are not that familiar with that unlocks hidden creative potential. I found myself creating these weird hocketed parts with bass lines jumping maniacally between the left and right hand. It was fun to practice and try and get right.
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As I was thinking about the chaos of life, I got out my saxophone and attempted giving chaos a voice.
It felt it fit the song and the video, so I added a whole new chaos section that hadn’t been there before.
I wrestled intensely with this musical composition, constantly doubting it’s relevance and validity - it interweaves both beauty and destruction, joy and pain.