Composing is painting for me. I create scenarios, emotions and portraits with musical notes. These un-photographable images come from a world, which haunts me, although I rely on this world as an escape from actuality. The most effective way to capture this world is by music because its figure changes and develops as music does. Even so, the music will eventually stop (it has to stop), while imagination ceaselessly continues to expand the world in my mind. It is reasonable to compare the universe, perpetually expanding, with the human mind and its creativity, also perpetually expanding.
However, the idea of transforming or applying ones immeasurable mind into a singular musical work is impractical — there is simply too much content to comprehend. Hence, one of the creator’s tasks is whittling the unmanageable world into a manageable size.
It is a painful process, because by whittling, some of the world has to be lost. This is actuality, invading pure fantasy. To contend this I created a world, already whittled, for the “String Quartet. ” The piece is not limited but its full manifestations are sadly constrained by the frame of its world.