This week Tara has set the gallery theme as “Shapes”. I confess my first choice for a shape was the oh-so-familiar Apple logo, since it dominates much of my life. Or perhaps a silhouette of my camera as it becomes the most dominant object. But when I started thinking about life-dominating shapes, this was what sprung to mind. Those of you following my YoR for February and the “closure” of my music career will know and understand. I took this photo last July and ironically in my mind, saw myself “shelving” my cello; maybe that was the subconscious inspiration for this photo. I didn’t think it would become so poignant.
Every time I sit with my cello, I trace my fingers along the pointy shapes between my knees, around the swirly “f” holes on the front, the strings reaching a climatic point over the curves of the bridge. I nuzzle my face into the round pegs and the twisting, rolling scroll box at the top. I run my thumb over the button at the bottom of the neck, I press and smooth my hand over the very gentle arch of the front and back of the body. I lightly finger the circular adjusters firmly attached onto the long and rounded tailpiece, sometimes sticking my thumb behind to feel the long thin strings running into the tiny round screw holes.
Personally, I think my cello is one of the sexiest shapes I’ve ever dealt with on such a regular basis. Crack all the jokes you like, I don’t care. Argue it, I defy you. It’s a sexy thing. It could well be that “feeling it up” is one of the things I’ll miss the most when I finish this month. People unknowingly laugh and make jokes about the shapes of cellos and cellists being sexy. If only they knew what I knew.