Hurdled through the carved hillside of Virginia and Tennesee , miles of fence and field,the truck stops and weigh stations,the mobile homes of Arkansas,and crossing the border under the staggering colors of the vast Texas skyline .I arrive and begin to unpack in what appears will be home and studio for the next few years .
A pervasive sense of optimism in the transition - a new region,new customs,new challenges,and for the time being,the solitude to compose.
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