Melancholic, candid, delicate, sublime, mysterious, fragile, expressive, longing for a place impossible to find
Chopin nocturnes - Polish landscapes - played by Rubinstein
I grew up literally few kilometers from the place where Chopin was born and spent first seven years of his life. When my parents bought the first CD player, in the early nineties, they got also three CDs - with music of Chopin, John Lennon and Ewa Demarczyk (sung poetry).
Our paths cross permanently, both in my professional and personal life. And whenever I hear or listen to his music, I do have beautiful Mazovian landscapes in my mind. And I miss them now too. Visual poetry. The piercing scent of wet ground and decaying grasses. Silence. Unspoken prayers. Drops of water trapped in spider’s web. Fogg.
