tania rose
The smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the warm spring air
as she steps outside for a brief interlude with the sunlit world. A few sips later and she enters the studio, a small cosy room filled with ambient light and inspiration.Childrens laughter follows her as far as the doorway... three pairs of feet curious as to which magical music will create the backdrop to their trampoline games this morning. Mummy's voice fills in the spaces between birdsong and rooster cries, and a new world opens up.
Tania Rose's world has always been filled with the mystical and magical. Seven-year-olds often seek the solice of imagination, and for Tania it was music which brought her there. No hum-drum piano lessons for her...she wanted to create, not imitate. Her world was that of self discovery, of going within and exploring the possibilities, of working without boundries in the internal world of magic and places unknown. This girl was an explorer, and each time she worked with music, she revisted that space.
The film soundtrack she is working on comes to life.
In her own mind the imagery is clear, the mood an actual experience rather than an imagining. The passion is honest, and other realities disappear.
It's her simple love of film which fuels the fire at times, first realised as a film production assistant in her early career. There is a different force at work in a team project, which balances the solice of one's own private projects. Music-to-film is opening oneself to more tangible influences and logistics, a challenge she revels in.
The children stop their play and come through the open door, whispering and giggling, attracted to the mystery of this magical space. She looks at them, her eyes telling them to stay quiet as she crafts a
phrase like a renaissance sculptor.
The morning is still young, and there is much to do for three small boys. Washing is hung, a snack prepared with swift dexterity, and a quick message with husband, musician, and co-conspirer Mark, before production phone calls, packaging CD orders and putting the finishing touches to the CD artwork she has been lovingly designing.
In the evening it is a different rhythm driving her on.
Munchkins snuggled safely in their beds, it is her time alone in the studio which is the breeding ground for the spiritual elements of creating music. With the lights dimmed and moving in soft coloured gestures, she indulges in the internal world, her private world where she bares her soul, warts and all, to the mysteriousness of the night's calling.
And from this place, a new song is born. It begins so simply, and grows with the mastery she has learned over time. Her's is a craft of the imaginable, of possibilities and endless depth. Each piece takes on a life of it's own, turning and moulding until it is suddenly complete. No-one knows where the music comes from...all she knows is it simply must be.