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All I need is the air that I breathe

Breathing the Air of Art: first post-COVID visit to the AGO, August 2020 Last week's post examined the idea of an artist's selfishness, and I've been thinking more about that since. The space we need to make art, to create, is largely a personal one, a sanctum....

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So selfish

Apologies once again to my readers...somehow life seems to be interfering with my blogging discipline of late. I began this post last week and then promptly forgot. It's a topic I've been ruminating on for a bit, because I think it affects many artists. How often have...

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All of me in the room

Many sides of me in the room (and I never said I was a photographer...) [Apologies for those of you who regularly read these posts...I somehow erred last week and didn't end up scheduling the publication of this post, so I will go ahead and share it this week, and...

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Taking a vacation

Taking a vacation

Everybody needs a vacation. And this week I'm getting mine. So no deep thoughts, no meditations in public forums, nothing but rest and relaxation. As you read this, I'm at a cottage somewhere near Georgian Bay in Ontario, enjoying the company of my siblings, their...

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Loving what is

My practice in the last week or two has very much been focused on this principle, embodied in the book by the same name by Byron Katie. I've been sitting more deeply in who I am: as a human, as a musician, as a singer, and just owning it. I've been beginning each...

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How not to recoil from the hug

How not to recoil from the hug

I've been pondering several things this week in my practice, but a major theme has been self-love. In recognition of the fact that my singing journey is very connected to my life journey, I observe that I tend to recoil from the hug. That is to say that, when I think...

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How S-L-O-W can you go?

Slow as molasses...(Kimberly Barber, July 2020) This past week has been full of realizations and the challenging of old notions. Although I have been teaching voice for over 18 years and have been practicing seriously as a singer and musician for at least 40 years, I...

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Life Post-Epiphany

lay down Sally (Kimberly Barber, June 2020) Beware the epiphany. Or better said: beware the assumption that the epiphany will of necessity be the immediate beginning of something new. Last week I described a breakthrough in my singing practice that was based in a...

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The Bullfight that never was

Dropping the red rag (Kimberly Barber, June 2020) When I began writing this blog last August, my intent was to explore the relationship between the act and art of singing and the excavation of selfhood. I had always understood these to be intimately connected. I also...

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Embracing the Goddess

Two goddesses: Jana Philipp I've lost count on how many weeks in we are now...15? One thing I can say is that the goddesses in my life have continued to give me support, courage and meaning in this time of isolation. These women are colleagues, friends, family and...

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Steady as she goes

It's been a tough week for a lot of people. The events unfolding in the US, in Canada and around the world in response to the murder of George Floyd have rattled us all to the core. It seems perhaps frivolous to ponder matters of art and its practice in the face of...

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Finding my Zen

Finding my Zen

Do I look serene? I'd like to think so... Although I thought I might, I clearly wasn't ready to start practicing this week. At least not singing. But I DID start to meditate, which has proven to be a game changer. I joined, at the invitation of my dear friend Anna, an...

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One step at a time
(10 weeks in)

I thought I might be on a roll last week; I talked of emerging from a cocoon, butterfly-like. I had grand plans that I would begin practicing bit by bit. Maybe even start gently: ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. Twenty minutes. I had one day where I spent some time doing...

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Re-emergence

Re-emergence

Wake me up when it's spring (my garden: May 14, 2020) I just got tired of titling what had become a weekly "in isolation" series in relation to, well, isolation.* I'm sick of it. You're sick of it. We're all sick of it. And hopefully, we're not actually sick. Because...

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