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I. Gute Nacht — the setting-out Three weeks. That is what a winter holiday is meant to be — open time, warm and unhurried, marked only by morning, noon and night, the reward a term of work has earned. But the days had other plans. Mine narrowed into a tunnel: practice, clean, travel, repeat. And the days folded into one another until I could no longer tell where one ended and the next began. Like the traveller who leaves in the dark while the house still sleeps, I set out int

There is something blissfully infinite about being held above the earth—the body in transit while the mind drifts elsewhere. For a brief while, all function drops away and drifting into a light sleep in a full aircraft feels like a quiet grace. In that suspended state, somewhere between waking and forgetting-must Artemis II astronauts have elt the same I wonder- I found myself turning not just to remembered experiences, but to a longer arc of thought: technology across the

The new pattern to my life of 4 terms last year and the fullness of term one this year have brought me to a closer understanding of what vacation time means for the working artist. Jumping between campuses, rehearsals, meetings, more rehearsals, performances and exams, work at the instrument seems to stop in term one and become more of an obstacle course of ever increasing difficulty and ever increasing time demands, such that by term end, more than 5 hours of sleep a night s