By William Markiewicz
The dwellers in plastic arts and letters, the scientists and philosophers, have countless sources of inspiration. Musicians have countless rules for the limited musical scale which brings them closer to mathematics and computers than to the rest of the arts. Plastic artists work with vision, writers with words and thought, musicians/instrumentalists with sounds. But what about musicians/composers who find the sounds in the silence of their brains? Quantists don't explain how matter comes from the void. In imagination, the composer finds elements that are not necessarily connected with external sounds. Still the sensorial skill of the brain is coordinator of them all. It is the brainís particular ability to transform all of these elements into their cervical "existence", to express them through their particular tools.
Music seems to me the most mysterious form of creativity. Nothing from the outside world forms a direct connection between the composer and his creations. Melodies belong to humans and birds. The natural combination of sounds brings noises, creaks, rumbles Ö Music brings intellectual and emotional reactions but we don't know exactly how they connect with each other and with would-be creator and listener; it's an "interior dance of the soul." The composer puts his scale in play with numerous nuances and instruments. Could he compose at home or in prison? He must be, like all humans, sensitive to exterior stimulation, but not as directly as creators in other fields. Are his emotional, intellectual outbursts an expression of his organs? Then the composer extracts his own sounds directly from "his blood!!" (Reptilian brain)Ö This connection may be harder to understand than the plastic and intellectual fruits of one's creativity.
I am not expressing here my convictions but rather my suppositions. I donít feel myself to be an expert who can make absolute decisions on the topic. It is an expression of how I open the door for myself ÖBack to the index of the Vagabond