But the past is but a point of reference for the present. As I touched on earlier in my Stretch Marks post, there is an addition poetic series I have been working on called The Hands Series. The series consists of poems dedicated to the hand's of musicians (though I'm considering expanding this premise to include artists and other craftsmen).
I was inspired after attending an Eric Whitacre concert in Manhattan. I sat relatively close - close enough that I could keenly watch the motions of his hands as he conducted the choir. I was fascinated by the fluid, smokey movements of his dexterous phalanges. I immediately felt compelled to write about them. Then, as my mind was bubbling, I pondered the hands of other artists and: The series was born.
So here is the first in the series, The Conductor's Hands. The rest are soon to come. In addition, since I have not yet posted anything regarding my art, I have included a small sketch - a prelude to what is soon to come.