The creative process can be quite disconcerting and confusing from time to time. This process, from blinding, paralizing inspiration to fruit was my premise for todays improv. This and the approach of the piano as a percussion instrument, rather than the harmonic/melodic approach I usually embody.
Working title was 'Stepping Stones', and I suppose that shines through quite obviously. As it was done, and I contemplated what I had played minutes later on my bike-ride, the present title presented itself as more appropriate.
It takes a considerable while of seemingly meaningless chaotic dissonant percussive rythmic elaboration before the planted seeds sprout into some of the more familiar harmonic and agreeable elements emerging into a final realisation of relaxation and fulfillment. (did I seriously just type those words in ernest? It looks like jibberjabber from a comedy on make-beief artistic folks... but seriously, if you listen you'll find it makes real sense after all... Sometimes as Dad sez truth is stranger than fiction; and may I add: more banal..)
PS if you have a illustration to suggest for this, please don't hesitate to fill me in/send it?...