there’s a point in the creative process where it clicks.
where I find my way in.
and when I do I realize that it’s been right there all along.
I just hadn’t found the phrase, motif, chord or tiny fragment of an idea that opens the flood gates.
sometimes it takes weeks. sometimes days. sometimes years.
sometimes I need to put it away for a while.
but I think that it’s important to remember that if I hang in there I will eventually find it.
because that is what I’m looking for. I’m always searching for my way in.
every new arrangement is born of this process
of trial and error of frustration of nearly giving up.
and I have to go through it in order to really appreciate when the germ of an idea just appears.
and I know it’s right because it’s so simple, so elegant and so deeply resonant.
and I feel like skipping around the room or whispering,