The first words that passed through my mind when asked how my life as an artist-musician had given me bliss were, “the Agony and the Ecstasy”. I thought about it for a few days, and then came to the conclusion that bliss was the Holy Grail of creativity. Of course, there are varying degrees, different shades of bliss; the feeling that comes with taking on a difficult piece, slowly dissecting and rebuilding it until you are it’s master, commanding it to your soul, to your fingers or whatever your canvas…that’s definitely a kind of bliss, that fluidity between you and your art. There’s the bliss that comes from pure artistic spontaneity, prefaced by the ability, after years of hard work and practice, to deftly steer …