Thursday, August 12

on depression...

Well, it can be depressing…

Argerich’s performance of Schumann’s Kinderszenen (the piece I am working on currently) is so impossibly perfect, so unapproachably beautiful that one becomes depressed thinking of one’s own imperfectness, one’s hopeless distance from such an immaculate sound. It’s an odd feeling, similar to the one felt when reading the life of saints.

And this brings to my mind a novel I read ages ago: the title was “The Loser”, and it was written by the Austrian writer Thomas Bernhard. It’s the story of a pianist who, after hearing Glenn Gould playing, gave up the piano, and some years later, still crushed by the comparison between his playing and the great pianist’s, died while listening to Gould’s Goldberg Variations. It is not the happiest story (!), (and the narrative is a bit complicated), yet one can understand the principal idea – how profoundly wrong this feeling of depression-deriving-from-comparison can be.
…And yet, it’s only too natural to feel like that when persons from one’s own professional field do so much better than oneself! I think the challenge here is to try to transform this negative feeling into something positive; how can one do that? Well, I think one could begin by focusing on his/her own uniqueness. Every person is unique – and so is every smile, every gaze, every soul. The realization of our otherness is crucial; for it can enable us to see this very element in the other person too; so, yes, for instance, I will never be able to play Kinderszenen as well as Martha – no matter if I practice for hours and hours on end. But how sweet it is to rejoice at this great gift given to her by God, how sweet it is to rejoice for the gifts that are bestowed on my life – my talents, my own playing, my life, my family.
The aim, as I understand and feel it, is to be able to reach a point of heartful thankfulness to God for everything that occurs, for everyone that one may come across in life.

I write this in our summerhouse, in a village near Corinth, Greece. What ideal surroundings for such a beautiful piece of music - and a performance to match…

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Συμφωνώ, συμφωνώ, πόσο συμφωνώ! Νομίζω πως μία από τις μεγαλύτερες τέχνες της ζωής είναι να τη ζει κανείς με χαρά αντί για μιζέρια. Άλλο εκεί που υπάρχει αιτία πραγματικού πόνου, αυτό δεν είναι μιζέρια, είναι άλλο. Αλλά όσο είμαστε τουλάχιστον στα φυσιολογικά και όχι σε κάποια ακραία κατάσταση, είναι πραγματική τέχνη νομίζω η χαρά. Κι εξαρτάται εν πολλοίς από τη σωστή μας τοποθέτηση απέναντι σ'αυτά που έχουμε και σ'αυτά που δεν έχουμε, σ'αυτά που ενδεχομένως έχουν άλλοι, και γενικώς σε όλα όσα μας αγγίζουν. Χρειάζεται κι εκείνο το 'sense of wonder' που έλεγε ο επίσκοπος Κάλλιστος ότι δεν πρέπει να το χάσει κανείς εντελώς μεγαλώνοντας...
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