To play the piano is to consort with nature. Every mollusk, galaxy, vapor or viper as well the sweet incense of love's distraction, is within the hands and grasp of the pianist.
Russell ShermanAs artists, are we quasi psychiatrists who mend the soul? Do we provide the consolations, escapes, and reassurances which enable us to survive? Or are we reporters of the truth, assembling the multiple shards of reality into intricate portraits which seek out the connections between misery and blessing, violence and wisdom? Do we protect or investigate the heart?
Russell ShermanA work of art expresses itself as a balance sheet pitting the spoken against the unspoken.
Russell ShermanThrough music time is tamed, although music never forgets to remind us of time's faceless mission.
Russell Sherman