'If there's one photo that definitively sums up the a and entions of my youth, it's one my dad took of me in 2002 in the study of our family home. In this image, a wet-haired, twelve-year-old me is #ping, my tiny face fixed on the convex glass of an enormous white monitor. While my fingers tap at the keyboard, my chin is nestled in the chinrest of a violin, its scroll resting on the surface of the desk next to an undisturbed bow.' (Publication abstract)