FIRST SNOW ON KATONAH
“During this time of Isolation, I would wake up early in the morning and do a little prayer, thanking for a new day, my family and our health, hoping that one day we would overcome this invisible enemy. I would then walk into the woods and then sit at the piano to read music for two hours.
It’s in the process of reading the work of composers whom I admire, when an idea emerges. Then it takes a few weeks or months for me to develop it and complete a song.
Otto’s Dream is directly related with the music of Arvo Part, who has inspired me in many ways.
We spend a lot of time at the studio with my little son Otto, who enjoys listening to me playing the piano.”
“To practice meditation is to be aware of the existence of suffering. (…) If we take one side, we cannot fulfill our task of reconciliation in order to bring about peace.
Are there people who can be in touch with both Israelis and Palestinians, Pakistanis and Indians, black and white? There must be people who can get in touch with both sides, understanding the suffering of each, and telling each side about the other. We need people who can help bring understanding, mediation, and reconciliation to nations in conflict. (…) Can we be people who understand deeply the suffering of both sides? Can we bring the message of reconciliation?” – Thich Nhat Hanh
WHITE FLOWERS FLYING
A work in progress – In B Flat Minor
“I started writing this piece in May 2021. I read music every morning, and it’s in the process of discovering the work of artists I profoundly admire when an idea emerges. I was reading Letters to Glass by Hania Rani when this piece came to me.
Probably I got inspired by the movement of the left hand. And because I recently finished Otto’s Dream, a piece in Bbm, I possibly stayed in that key. The Db is a sound that is now roaming in my head.
[ I was lost…didn’t know how to continue the melody and I saw mosh.piano playing a piece where the melody flowed between both hands, crossing the RH from one side to the other, so I thought that could be a nice thing to do.]
In these times of isolation and madness, without really knowing what will happen next, I hope Hania listens to this piece and then sends a letter to another musician she admires, though far away, a way of being closer, connected through the cosmic …
White flowers were seen by the window, flying as they fell from the trees, and three days of heavy rain came the last weekend of May.”