The essence of the music is not in the sounds, but in the silence that follow and anticipate those sounds.
My memory are in the landscape, and the music are in the memory. Is not a melody but a shape of the soul, detached and in harmony with things. The figures in the landscape aren’t in a place or a time, there is always something else, a vision of something never happened, something unrevealed in the memory.
So coming back in the countryside of my childhood became a trip to discover something I never knew.
Not a representation but just a suggestion of what is in my mind, somewhere between memory and dream.
