I’m such an emotionally crippled doof.
My hands are so much more relaxed and I don’t feel like I’m gripping the harp like I’m dangling over a cliff anymore.
I can visualize where my hands need to be and move my hands much more freely as a result.
I can close into my palm the way I’m supposed to, and I can keep at least a decent arch in my 3rd finger — and all without tensing up.
I’m still afraid to call myself a harpist, but I can see harpist-dom from where I’m standing. I’m really just amazed.
And I don’t feel like I can say I’m “happy.” The word just doesn’t flow off the tongue for me.
I think after I feel like I can get the First Arabesque into a decent state, I’m going to revisit some of my arrangements so I can see what sort of difference the Debussy and its associated epiphanies have made to other, shorter pieces. The Rachmaninoff arrangement, maybe the Chopin, and the Haendel aria. Maybe “Romanza de Amor,” since that’s short enough to be the sort of thing I can roll out for other people in a pinch. I certainly can’t consider myself a real harpist unless I have a few things in my pocket ready to bust out in a pinch if, like Harpo Marx always used to do, I round a corner in a hotel lobby and find a harp standing there.
Not that I’d play it for real; who the hell touches another person’s harp without being given permission?
But still. Unless I feel like I can crank through something for people standing around, I won’t feel like a real harpist.
And after that, then I will get moving on “The Little Fountain” and see if I can get fast, downward arpeggios in place. That’s my next mental block.