Music
for me is a figment of inspiration which comes from God. It helps me feel and
understand what life is. I close my eyes and I see pictures from nature, I feel
people’s emotions, I sense cultures and civilizations. Those imaginary pictures
are what I transform in tones, tonalities, scale, sonority, rhythm. I turn them
into music.
I
have to confess something. If in all previous sentences I replace the word
“music” with the word “painting” absolutely nothing would have changed for me. The
language that those two arts use is very similar. In painting I also use tones,
tonalities, scale, and sonority. The alternation of lines and colors creates
the rhythmic of a picture. For me the process of learning painting created my
love for music. Gradually the creation of melodies became a necessity, just as
the painting of pictures. Those two are already something indivisible.
Music
is a sacrament. Making music reminds me of a religious rite – the musician perceives
inspiration from above and recreates it in something tangible. That is why the
harmonious and sublime music brings the presence of the spiritual. Similar to painting
and all the other arts, it is an expression of a supreme spiritual sensibility
and a great responsibility.
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