I always look forward to the explosion of one hundred different kinds of daffodils (yes!) we have planted in our field. They are sturdy, little miracles of subtle scents, whites, yellows, frills and bells. They announce love, no matter what. It’s a nice break to go outside, away from the intensive preparations for my composition […]
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The Ghost Kitchen
“I dream of my ancestors. I dream of a roof that does not leak” – Elina Makhubela I had wondered, attending a family memorial in the Timbavati bushveld in South Africa, what kind of spirit was left in the family as the older generation passed away. So much had happened that was tragic and disconnected. […]
Undone
Corn Field, Ercourt, France – Tessa Brinckman This summer I spent a two week residency at Centre Pompadour, a neo-feministe haven, where I wrote the first nine minutes of music, Box | Grown Men Sing. Endless hours of being buried in loops of electronics and bass flute necessitated walks around the farmlands in this part […]
