The preceding few months have been scattered with disruptions of the kind better left unwritten, but blurred into the gaps of that fumbling frustration has been a disheveled effort to keep my numerous hobbies on some kind of steady course.
Thus, while blogging may have fallen to the wayside for a handful of long months, I have maintained a prudent focus on my efforts to practice with a grind of little more than a simple kind of maintenance proposition upon my violin. That is to say, following my participation in the musical summer camp, I have been playing but with little more than nominal progress in the skills department. I’ve been playing to play.
On the other hand, I have found a collection of musical styles that have caught my interest blossoming almost purely out a post-intensive realization that my confidence level playing basic music has solidified because of the effort. The summer camp forced me to stretch my mind around a repertoire of music that was significantly beyond my skill, but as a result the sheet music classified as level 2/3 fell into a status of a kind of mundane proficiency.
I’m not awesome, but I’ve been legitimately finding that I am able to play virtually anything put in front of me at this level.
Which is awesome.
And which generally means I’m able to dabble in becoming more expressive through dynamics, ornamentation and vibrato.
It also helps to have been playing on a proper instrument for the past four months.