"You see, this is where it all began. With a pretty picture and a glance that gave me a thousand words." - me
Exactly that. These are some things that inspire me and resulted in the words that I share below. You'll see some images that I found and the thoughts that came with them. They are inspired by the life of the performer - the thrill and excitement and the unseen thoughts.
It's like a performance.
There they are, elegant and slim with frilly lace and glamorous lips, sending a sense of excitement as high as their towering length. In one busy line, they wait their turn, ready to step out onto the stage before the multitude of expectant eyes.
She doesn't just understand it - she is it. She has it and molds it with every pulse of her breath. Her round fingers precisely pound the notes and the weight of her perfectly controlled arm pulls out the sound that she alone hears. Could it be that what's inside of her is also in us? A melody that whether with strings or instruments or words or fabric, sings all the same? See, whatever our hands do, it's all a performance. It's a display of passion and creativity all on center stage.
Controlled emotions gone wild. It all shows up on that stage in the most marvelous of ways, ending in a rush as quick as it began; leaving behind stardust and frilly pieces and fading smells of sweet wood of the instruments that brought it all to life.
That's what it's like. This magical life.
That some get to live and I get to describe, if only for a few moments in time.
Maybe that's why I was a performer, and still am, so that I could understand the secret, the story, that though ever under the house lights, never leaves the heart within whom it beats. The performer.
It's an extra bit of magic intentionally kept behind the curtain, one of glamour and sweat. There are things birthed to be shared and scattered into the air to then fall onto the viewer in sprinkles of love, but some are created for solely the performers themselves. May they keep it, keep it for themselves, and indulge in it's glory after it's all complete over whispers and champagne.
Relaxed jeans & bracelet:
My "...a thousand words" phrase:
Violin: my own image