Perhaps one single event can encapsulate this shaky beginning: the infamous 'Welcome Concert.'

I am by no means 'a painter,' and therefore there is no ambition, identity or ego to taint my joy.

Apart from the sheer number of hours devoted to zoom each day, I find myself detrimentally reacting to the inherent flaws of online learning

“If you aren’t practicing, you’re wasting your time” or “if you aren’t getting better, you’re getting worse.” These used to be so engrained

Back to this cosmic whole note of a break. So how do we adjust to our unexpected shift of time perception?