I was playing Ravel and the composition made me so sad. I just can’t be in it, the illogical constructions, the despaire. Then I found a quote in a book by I. Mcgillchrist. Ravel had a brain disease and his left side of the brain deteriorated in such a way, that he could still hear the music, but couldn’t write it down anymore. He couldn’t share his music. He became bitter. He died from surgery on his brain. I think that’s because he could not relate to others any more in his own way.
I think a composition isn’t a thing, it’s not the score, the paper. It’s not the music behind the notes. A composition is an abstraction of a relationship. And playing it, writing it, hearing it, it’s all in relation to others. It’s about resonating with each other, with the world.
Hundertwasser was right and he forgot that both can be true: Art can be a relation to nature and to fellow humans. It’s an ‘and’ + ‘and ‘.
