Mean something.

I've spent a good hour and half drawing sketches of people.  It's been pretty fun, but after 45 sketches in two days, I feel like I'm running out of ideas.  Oh well... taking one for the team.

Anyway, today I said to my student about a fortissimo he had played, prescribed by Beethoven, "Yeah, it was loud.  But it didn't mean anything."  I asked if he knew what I meant, and he did.  I'm glad that he has the sensibility to understand that.

I'm also glad that I have students that remind me to take my own advice, just by playing for me.  Those shared realizations are special ones, even if the realizations come from and go to different places.

Here we go, Day 165: