It is my belief that every artist wants to instil "quiddity" in his work that is inexplicable and constitutes a sign of the uniqueness of his talent: inner voice, soul.

Thus, the degree of pure and infinite love of expression is often revealed in music through the most moving “particular” composition and/or interpretation that tends to conceal the inner heaven and is its power in action.

Undoubtedly, a hidden and otherwise inexpressible quality, it becomes a clearly distinguishable element in each of us.

Indeed, in the secret of the heart, and in the laboratory (Ora, lege et labora), it carries out a great and glorious task; from the multiplicity of the “raw material” provided by nature (vibrating bellies, harmonics, numbers and proportions…), it rises to the completion of the event, by manipulating and strategic artifices, psycho-physical devices and whatever else belongs to the inventive genius.

Ultimately, this is a unique and binding choice because of its inevitability which is inscribed in the wake of one’s thoughts, imposing order, priority and level.

In the microcosm of a work of art, where everything flourishes without damage, the conflict between spirit and matter can be expressed, without choosing between them, in the fullness of an unbound thought.

Art begins, in fact, with one’s own artifice, where nature ceases to act.