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Calina sits crouched on the stairs, head on her knees, below the violinist in the arch.

Perspective, No. 1 · Phase 2 of 4

II

The violin seemed to trap me.

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ZeusThen came the years when you felt trapped.

CalinaMm. It seemed to grow heavier.

ZeusThe violin grew heavier?

CalinaIt was time. I grew tired of practicing, and numb to being watched.

ZeusThat kind of weariness can wear a person down.

Objects II. The dream she held on to was like torn sheet music taped back together, straining, enduring.
Plate 4 · Objects IIThe dream she held on to was like torn sheet music taped back together, straining, enduring.

CalinaHonestly, back then I even hated the violin. I wished I had never touched it, so that I could be a little freer.

ZeusHate like that is really a bond that runs too deep.

CalinaYes. I hated it, and I hated the trapped version of me.

Portraits II. She hates it. She loves it. She weeps.
Plate 5 · Portraits IIShe hates it. She loves it. She weeps.

CalinaI felt locked in. My friends were outside playing, and I could only stay home and practice.

ZeusBack then, it was as if the violin had shut you inside it.

CalinaThere was no light in there.

The Violin II. A cage of endless dark, and no way out.
Plate 6 · The Violin IIA cage of endless dark, and no way out.
← Phase IMama, I want to learn the violin. All four phases Phase III →The violin became my everything.