Pointillisme — impressionism by numbers
Pointillisme — impressionism by numbers: stand back, let the dots join up all by themselves, and the image judders into focus whatever the subject or lack of.
In a month of volatile mobility I can offer no more than a stipple of blobs, musical moments snatched at or accidentally impinging, as Alice grabs at the marmalade, or thinks of Mabel, in the plunge down the chute that precipitates her Adventures.
Mine come mainly at the arbitrary press of a knob into the daily tapestry of Radio Three, less loose-woven than usual these past weeks in its concentration of epic sagas — Wagner’s Ring complete on one day, and the cardboard city of Shostakovich’s 15 symphonies and 15 quartets that cannot be so rapidly and neatly dispatched (in this his centenary year he is wasting still more time and space than he does anyway, perennially).
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