.V.A.R.I.A.T.I.O. # 1 – Each journey begins with a small, single step.

May 5, 2017

Each journey begins with a small, single step. And the journey of the Count begins with a dance step. In the Goldberg Variations, Variatio 1, starts with the last three Notes of the Aria, but played with a completely different character. Glenn Gould himself writes :...

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.V.A.R.I.A.T.I.O.N.S

A project inspired on the Goldberg Variations by J.S. Bach View the .V.A.R.I.A.T.I.O.N.S. project

.V.A.R.I.A.T.I.O.N.S.

A Dreamlike Journey through the notes of the Goldberg Variations by Johann Sebastian Bach.

“Those variations were descriptions of life, conversations, moments of reflection, of loneliness, in the heart of the night, in the first song of a bird before dawn. Some fast, devilish and some even insurmountable. Some of unsustainable love and beauty. Like dreams are.”

“…the music will create my dreams, will give light and substance and colors to my dreams”

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.V.A.R.I.A.T.I.O. #1

The door. The entrance to the world he always dreamed about.

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.V.A.R.I.A.T.I.O. #2

The Guardian started to silently communicate…

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.V.A.R.I.A.T.I.O. #3

“If anything”, he thought in the end of a never-ending canon at the unison, “if anything, I have seen an Angel”…

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.V.A.R.I.A.T.I.O. #4

He sat, in silence. A music played on a keyboard, was around, he couldn’t understand where the music was coming from…

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.V.A.R.I.A.T.I.O. #5

He sat, in silence. A music played on a keyboard, was around, he couldn’t understand where the music was coming from…

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.V.A.R.I.A.T.I.O. #7

What he gave, on his entire life, was growing there, in this magic wood. Forever. A gardener was taking care of them with repetitive gestures. Caressing, cleaning, feeding, one by one. In the entire wood. Silently. And the music, “al tempo di giga” was bringing life in this remote part of heaven…

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.V.A.R.I.A.T.I.O. #8

Although the music in the distance was barely hearable in his sleep, it was without a doubt a Variation for 2 keyboards. Something to listen together with a love. Something done in two and for two. The essence of morphing, the left and the right, the essence of being part of another. Something to dance in three quarters, forever…

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.V.A.R.I.A.T.I.O. #9

IRIS – The spectrum of light…

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.V.A.R.I.A.T.I.O. #10

‘How immense is to walk on a G tonality’ he thought, feeling himself lighter, vanishing, translucent. And soon the Variation 10, a Fughetta for four voices, exploded in the anteroom, and took the shape of four different lights, or tiny fireflies, chasing each other, and describing beautiful shapes in the air. The Goddess was nearby a keyboard, waiting for him to get closer…

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