Night; Visions and Contemplation

for Orchestra

Program notes:

“My approach to Art has been an idealistic one so far. In the past, I perceived it more as a way for escaping from or romanticize reality, however, in the most recent years of my composing, I truly believe that Art is the gate to an invisible enchanting deeper reality that exists in nature and our relationship to it independently of the cynical and practical societal everyday life. The frustrating global sociopolitical and economic circumstances and our contemporary lifestyle in western culture -abound in mostly wasteful technological innovations and a constant obsessive need for unnecessary comforts- has gradually been taking us away from our basic primitive needs as human beings; as technology infers more into our lives, nature becomes day by day a lost paradise (and what an irony indeed, I type this program note on my PC). I began this composition as an attempt for awaking my consciousness by a feeling of meditation as a need for concentration and a necessary isolation, an inner conversation with myself. I then approached the piece idealistically, by trying to give birth to my vague impressions and idealizing my own subjective perceptions when envisioning and dreaming about natural events, like the feeling of staying alone at a dark foggy lake at night when sounds and noises from the wind, raining, insects, birds, other animals, plants and water are intensified and transformed in my consciousness into something dark, mysterious and charmingly scary. However, regardless of how much I attempted to leave the influences of the current sociopolitical conflicts out of my composition, the existential anxiety about how I perceive the world around me gradually and inevitably emerged and violently interfered in the music, leading to a paranoid battle between my glorified impressions and visions about nature, and the anxious -pointless to our true substance as human beings- everyday life in a contemporary western civilization context. In the end, there is no true relief; there is only a distant temporary nostalgia for a lost innocence, for a lost genuine and plainness happiness of the early childhood.”

Circa 11'