I’m working on a septet for piano, horn and strings in four movements that explores various types of sanctuaries. The first movement is titled Domed and Steepled Solitude, for a sanctuary that I find particularly potent. The title comes from a letter by a young Mark Twain in which he describes his method of surviving the noise and hubbub of urban life.
Finding true solitude – not just a space of ones own, but a mental attitude that can serve as a real sanctuary from disturbance – has been a lifelong pursuit for me. The way my schedule works, it’s been a fruitful pursuit in the winter and spring, less so in summer and fall. This fall my studio has been undergoing renovations, and I’ve had to reach deep inside to gather the resources for the kind of sanctuary I need. After two months on the lam, I am feeling more pursued than pursuing.
But studio renovation will be completed soon, and personal schedules should hit winter’s pace in a couple of weeks. In the meantime, I have this septet, which seems to have come along at just the right time for me.