The gruber cadenza for the Vanhal Concerto is a pain in the ass to learn but it is so much fun to play. I still need to polish up the double stops in some spots so that it is consistent and it sounds very choppy and not overall connected.
I love this picture. By most rules of art it is objectively terrible. But it holds me all the same. I have no memory of it being taken, or the circumstances that lead to this moment being captured on film.
It reminds me of those old paintings, full of dark sepia tones, only in those the subjects not the backgrounds were the parts bathed in light.
I was barely 7 at the time. I wanted to learn how to play the violin, probably because my Gramps could and his violin had a horse head instead of a curlicue on top - which I thought was amazing. So here we are playing together (although what would have been coming from my bow and fingers would have been a far stretch to call “music”), a hole in my memory, captured on film, to show me something about my life that I had forgotten.