With just one musician, you can really do an unlimited number of things on the inside of the piano, if you have at your disposal an exploded keyboard.

A finished work is exactly that, requires resurrection.

I don't need sound to talk to me.

If my work is accepted, I must move on to the point where it is not.

The world is teeming; anything can happen.

I am trying to be unfamiliar with what I'm doing.

Now that things are so simple, there's so much to do.