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It was said that Coltrane spent ten years in a long apprenticeship, learning the language of jazz before creating his masterpiece, A Love Supreme. His understanding of the technique, was said to have allowed him to think of higher things. It is my impatience that can kill my creativity at this point. I am home. I performed in Thailand, on a new venture in glass and music which was first introduced to me by a jazz musician named Adam who lived in the Citè. It did not feel ridiculous at all but my fear holds me back.
I have been a glass apprentice for four years, yet I feel I still lack the technique to profess to be some sort of specialist. I just want to personalise everything now, and keep things authentic. I only want to make what feels good but a part of me knows that the pain of practice is what will turn me into a master. What classifies a true master? Must visual mastery always embody da Vinci? Some deep voice in me screams no but the romantic in me can't help but look for this pain.
I no longer want to create things I can see in this world.
I have been a glass apprentice for four years, yet I feel I still lack the technique to profess to be some sort of specialist. I just want to personalise everything now, and keep things authentic. I only want to make what feels good but a part of me knows that the pain of practice is what will turn me into a master. What classifies a true master? Must visual mastery always embody da Vinci? Some deep voice in me screams no but the romantic in me can't help but look for this pain.
I no longer want to create things I can see in this world.