The last three months led up to this night.
After attending Opus 01, I knew I wanted to be a part of this.
John, as a true friend, flew from Toronto to be there for the night. Alex, who was doing a medical internship at a family practice in a nearby city, drove there. Even Pearl also dropped by and I got to meet her.
I was so busy talking with my guests that I didn’t even have time to go into the other rooms to see how the other artists were doing. The house was packed with people again, young and old.
Performances
Jacqueline’s second piece was Sonata in A Minor, by Franz Schubert (unfortunately, her first piece was over ten minutes long, which isn’t allowed on YouTube). I found it to be a rather masculine piece, beginning like a sombre funeral march, leading to a journey of bubbling emotion, so it was mesmerizing to see a girl play it with such conviction. Pay special attention to the burning trill at 5:28, which leads back to the main theme.
Misun told me that when she handed Jacqueline a rose after the performance, it looked like she had run a marathon.
Afterwards, Jacqueline told me after she couldn’t stop looking at my penis through her performance, then quickly corrected herself and said the penis picture, which was hung across from her.
Louise plays the harp by feeling only. She doesn’t have formal any musical training, so she doesn’t write any of her compositions down. It just flows from her fingers, and quite well I might add. As a result, her music is semi-improvised.
John kept telling us how not drunk he was, even though you can clearly seeing him downing glasses of wine in this video.
The after party
When the people left and the doors closed, the real party began for the artists, their guests, and the volunteers. Frédéric and Misun broke out the cold cuts, the fresh and fancy bread, the wine, the cheese and we celebrated a successful night. We had been standing for five hours, so it was time to take a break.
When Dan gave me a reading two years ago, and said that I would be making money off my art within the next 15 years, I never would have believed him.
Note: All media in this post has an extremely warm colour tone. I decided to keep it instead of balancing it to neutral white, because I enjoy the cozy feel of it, which expresses the mood of the house-gallery.
I don’t know if you met him, but the guy with the dreads in picture #3 is the owner of Zaphod in the market. Not a huge deal, I know, but interesting nonetheless :)
I love seeing you happy.
Must add that, as an extemporaneous pianistic improviser, I would not have kept the same concentration while your penis/pepper picture was in front of me. Lucky she’s a reader.
You look lovely and joyful. I hope that you were and still are.
It must have been a rewarding experience for you. The ambience appears fantastic. I see classical musicians’ sweat running down their chins when they play, I guess emotions and concentration can be labourious.
it looks goo man i am so soor i missed it do you think you could post all the pics u used id love to see them
@trolley — I had no idea, but he definitely stood out. If I had to guess it was anyone, I would have guessed him.
@xibee — It’s strange, she had someone to turn the sheet music for some pieces, and not for others. I couldn’t tell if it was just that she was more familiar with certain songs. In either case, she really loses herself in it.
@Em — Thank you…I’m holding up.
@joe — It was very rewarding. The first thing you see when you walk into the house is my gallery. If you asked me last year if I ever would have imagined this happening, I would have said no.
@rob — I have a section up for the prints here. Hope you can make it next time.