Art is a process of concentration. It is both the distilled essence and the commentary upon otherwise mundane activities and reflections. Musical not….

The context for music is varied and profound. If their fantasy is to be awakened-so that their sounds may be incisive or ravishing-then the menagerie….

When we play music we describe the echo the tableau of natural forms, their shapes and arrangements, as uncovered by the composer's imagination, whic….

For time not only moves inexorable forward, as the underlying grid to our personal chronicle, but is manipulated by our psychic needs and natures int….

As Bartok put it so succinctly: "Competitions are for horses." Nothing could be more barbaric that the practice or ranking artists as though they wer….

The work of art, though bound by its genetic markings and indelible fingerprints, is boundless in the infinite elaborations of its destiny, and there….

To play the piano is to consort with nature. Every mollusk, galaxy, vapor or viper as well the sweet incense of love's distraction, is within the han….

To master the piano is to master the universe..

A work of art expresses itself as a balance sheet pitting the spoken against the unspoken..

To know the piano is to know the universe. To master the piano is to master the universe. The spectrum of piano sound acts as a prism through which a….

The contradictory, consuming, contested relationship between detail and whole, event an eventuality, breathes fire and wisdom in every great work of ….

Surely common sense as well as anthropological evidence documents the universal need to pray, to hope, and to lament or carouse through song..

As artists, are we quasi psychiatrists who mend the soul? Do we provide the consolations, escapes, and reassurances which enable us to survive? Or ar….

Without silence there is no music. Not simply because the faculty of hearing deteriorates from constant exposure to noise, but because silence is bot….

The music of the supreme architect, Bach, is filled with pages of discursive argument and rumination, glorifying the nameless whole by a rich embroid….

The breath, prayers, and libido of the fingertip must somehow be transferred to the neutral indifference of the key..

Through music time is tamed, although music never forgets to remind us of time's faceless mission..