Sundew

Some of my favourite moments have been in the company of ruby red patches of Sundew at Girraween National Park. I love how they gleam, and they are such strange plants! They invite close communion and silent curiosity.

No one said it as well as Amy Clampitt in her poem, The Sun Underfoot Among the Sundews, which I cite as one of the inspirations for my next piece of music (below). You can click on the play icon, or right click to save it to your computer.

Sundew.mp3

Why the Sundew as inspiration? Coz I like them, and I work better with inspiration.

I will be submitting this piece next Tuesday as part of my assessment. I hope it is acceptable, sometimes I think my music is too pretty for the university establishment. I've limited myself to 2 french horns, 2 violins a cello and a flute. For this piece I was drawn to the sound of the french horn, it has such an ancient sound that to me is haunting but grand. The violins add the brightness of sunlight. The flute is something like the movement of insects. Anyway, you can just listen, hope you like. This piece makes a play on your expectations. The theme is repeated many times, but each time the notes are held for different durations, so that there is a subtle freshness to it that is difficult to anticipate.