A Room of One's Own

My baby, after this evening's practice. I love the spaciousness of this room, my son's former bedroom, now completely empty and devoid of furnishings except for a chair, a few stands, and a few guitars. With the door closed, I can distance myself from the world, and happily lose track of time.

“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to play the cello.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own