Brahms once remarked that the mark of an artist is how much he throws away. Nature, the great creator, is always throwing things away. A frog lays several million eggs at a sitting. Only a few dozen of these become tadpoles, and only a few of those become frogs. We can let imagination and practice be as profligate as nature.
Stephen NachmanovitchEvery conversation is a form of Jazz. The activity of instantaneous creation is as ordinary to us as breathing.
Stephen NachmanovitchIf we split practice from the real thing, neither one of them will be very real.
Stephen NachmanovitchWriting, playing, composing, painting, reading, listening, looking-all require that we submit to being swept away by Eros, to a transformation of self of the kind that happens when we fall in love.
Stephen Nachmanovitch