Composer
How the Song Grows for oboe d’amore is the longest piece ever composed for solo oboe’d’amore. It was written for oboist Jennifer Porcas and it has been performed 4 times This atmospheric performance took place at Bangor Cathedral on the 20/7/2004.
How the Song Grows is dedicated to my father Magnus Rae Scott.
Magnus Rae Scott at Lake Como Italy at the end of the Italian Campaign / 2nd World War
Virginia Scott/ digital piano – internet improvisation project with Andrew Keeling/ flute Enantiadromia 13th Moon. This is a solo track which was included.
Listen to more of this fascinating improvisational work on https://virginiaaurorascott.co.uk/improvisation-projects/
A visual poem based on a dream.
The above video Cold Soft Shapes was shot at Aberaeon Beach in Cardigan when recording some brilliant calm sea sounds and the black and white photo is of Talula trying on hats at the Bath Saturday market long time ago.
psychogeography 2
one hour later still listening
to the tree rustle and watching
grey clouds over passing
kite glide and soft rains gentle touch
breeze breathing dry leaves
rolling dancing over the weedy tarmac
campanula dandelion forget me not
magpies rattle distant and near sounding
repeating resonating the air sky chamber
as a pencil softs the grey lines
inviting transformation from passive to active
in the gaze of the last red nasturtium
Music for digital piano and electronics Virginia Scott with sound sample by Monolith and Cobalt
I wanted to share a little extended piano cut (inside the piano ) and a little poem of the same name that seemed to resonate with it. I started writing poetry in 1969 when I was in Courmayeur near Mont Blanc in the Italian Alp, teaching English one summer. I was lonely then, but lucky to have a great piano tutor in Carlo Vidusso at that time.
inside
soft radio
floorboard creaking
soon light will emerge
it’s sway
moving word time
This black bin bag contains the remains of a large canvas I created many years ago which so frightened me that I was compelled to cut it into small pieces , bag it up and take it to the skip. Today an interesting echo of this experience emerged and I felt happy that the painting had been deconstructed and disposed of. I recycled the stretcher and created a new image.
remembering the way
i used to write every night
in front of the long window
as the days grew longer
swimming in the word pond
reliving memories
and perspectives
listening to what emerged
deeper down
in the inner word worlds
in the layers of word silt
words sounding
and forming meaning
Transpiration : a film by Virginia Scott
What were we drawing on as we improvised in and out of synch on those piano tracks ? All the better to hear our momentary lapses and collisions ? The poem is about collaborating with invisible pianist Lindy Karpestra and what were we thinking and dreaming.
draw on
and the invisible pianist
doodling repeat loops
faces in a riff
colliding with ourselves
meeting sky and smiles
on the meadow
draw on the top lip
unevenly shaped
in two twin slopes
of asymmetrical heights
Draw On- Virginia Scott Piano/ Modern Pianists out-take
about timeor the story of two pianists
listening into that time
beating piano keys beating time
from the where i was
then in that wilderness
the chords a kind of chorus
after many a summer
piano lessons peeling
into a day like today
and it’s dusting of snow
melting through spring flowers
i see a pianist waving at me
and in my waving back
i feel our palms drawing together
touching and becoming one
Listen to piano music https://lindykarpestra.bandcamp.com/album/the-karpestra-dairies
