The conversation ran as fluidly as the tea out of the samovar’s crooked nose..

That’s the power you possess as an artist. To find and express your own unique message..

Life is a desert of shifting sand dunes. Unpredictable. Erratic. Harmony changes into dissonance, the immediate outlives the profound, esoteric becom….

Jealousy knows neither morality nor empathy..

My fingers traced the melody on an invisible keyboard—my usual way to connect with the music, to feel its emotions on my fingertips. I touched the ke….

Destiny is a stubborn maiden. She likes herself just the way she is..

The music began, passages of immense technical complexity fluidly bridging Caravaggio’s chiaroscuro with Renoir’s impressionism. The gloom and shadow….

A knife wound heals, but a tongue wound festers..