Life imitates art and back around.
Music is the tonal reflection of beauty.
I do have that mindset - that most good art comes from some turmoil, from someone trying to come to some equilibrium, or come up and get a breath.
People say I am stuck in childhood, but it's not that. I remember seeing a Matisse retrospective, and you could see he started out one way, and then he tried something different, and then he seemed to spend his whole life trying to get back to the first thing.
I mean, making art is about objectifying your experience of the world, transforming the flow of moments into something visual, or textual, or musical, whatever. Art creates a kind of commentary.
Shostakovich's final pieces, his quartets, are scratching the surface of another world.
Everything in art is but a copy of nature.
Now life is imitating art.
As a composer, I know that all sorts of sounds I hear are making their way into my brain and soul and later sneak into my music.
The meaning of art in a time of suffering, a time of war, is much more intense. People are more focused.
