While I’ve spoken about my "Lion Head" Panna Czinka, there was another soul on board when Ludwig VAN Beethoven was taken: my beautiful Perry and Wilkinson violin. I found this instrument during the lockdown in Ireland, tucked away near Dublin, and I fell for its voice almost as deeply as I did my Klotz. It has a character all its own! 🇮🇪🍀🔥 To have it back in my arms feels like the missing piece of a puzzle. This excerpt of Zigano, recorded during my violin trial performan

I’m sitting here on my self-carved seat, with the self-crafted holster made from leftover latex covered in beautiful sand-golden velvet, for about an hour now, staring around me. What is going on? Everything is almost normal — just with the difference that I have a week of going through hell behind me. My beautiful Ludwig VAN Beethoven  had been gone for one week and one day, almost precisely. It had been stolen. Or had it? Or had aliens taken it and dropped it back to Earth

This piece feels like a true celebration of love and the unbreakable bond between a musician and her instrument. Sometimes, what is lost finds its way back to you in the most serendipitous and surprising ways ✨🙌🏻🥰