Kneeling

A2, Crayon.

Resting Back

A1. Crayon.

Pacing

A1. Crayon.

Exhausted Rhomboids

Graphite. A4.

It is astonishing how violin practice works the right set of rhomboids!

I have no idea how I ended up learning differential calculus before anatomy.

Crossed Legs

A1. Crayon.

Broad Shoulders

A1. Charcoal, Pen.

The Study of a Back

A2. Crayon.

Clenching

A2. Crayon.

The National Gallery

A3. Brush Pen.

Big Ben

A3. Brush Pen.

Trafalgar Square

A3. Brush Pen.

St. Martin In The Fields

A3. Brush Pen.

The Study of a Knee

Pen, Charcoal, ... A2.

A Seated Woman's Back

Pen, Charcoal. A2.

A Mans Profile

Pen. A2.

I PLAY MY VIOLIN

A6. Pen & Water.

I've been practicing my violin for the past 25 years and only now have I realised the following...

I PLAY MY VIOLIN. It's not my technique, nor my brothers, parents, teachers or friends. It is me. It is my sound. I may not be a master, but I can choose what I do with it.

It seems there is a certain comfort in noticing that the work of art is not just the composition, or the wooden violin, nor the sound that is produced, but also the human form and the way it goes about such a thing. It is fascinating, complex, and yet easy and unbelievably common.