I hope someday I get to be included in a study on the role of music in influencing brain functions. Here I am, trying to work on a fellowship application, and I can’t string two words together until I turn on the Bartók Violin Sonatas as recorded by Christian Tetzlaff and Leif Ove Andsnes. It is apparently the only music to which I can write. Now suddenly my brain is in all-out verbal composition mode and I can
Anna Magdalena Bach was Johann Sebastian Bach’s second wife, mother of 13 of his children, the copyist of his manuscripts and herself an accomplished musician. When I became interested in using J.S. Bach’s music as the basis for a new body of work, her name repeatedly caught my eye in my background research. Then I ran across an article describing how an Australian researcher has theorized, based on foren
Took a couple of in-process shots of my latch hook rug based on Bach’s Prelude in C Major. I’m almost one-third of the way through. Talk about tedious. Good thing I’ve got Doctor Who to keep me company.
New ideas, new direction… Intersections of musical notation, craft process and concept-based art. Music theory meets color theory. I’m starting with a latch-hook rug of Bach’s Prelude in C Major from the Well-Tempered Clavier Book I. My idea is to obsessively replicate the color pattern of the Prelude in as many tactile, tangible media as I can think of. More on the concept to come later when I have
Here’s another visualization of J.S. Bach: the first Prelude and Fugue to the Well-Tempered Clavier. The Prelude is playing a dominant role in the new artwork I’m brainstorming, so it’s fascinating to see how someone else envisioned it.
Think film noir – dusky rendezvous in dark alleys, the sound of passing trains, a red-lipsticked lounge singer with sloshing drink, the fat man upstairs obscured by billowing cigar smoke. Then add a hobo with banjo in hand, a delicate maiden in a field of yellow flowers and a raucous Greek chorus dancing the jitterbug. Wrap them together in lush arrangements of instruments, with poetry poignant enough to make you hol