To play the piano is to consort with nature. Every mollusk, galaxy, vapor or viper as well the sweet incense of love's distraction, is within the hands and grasp of the pianist. — Russell Sherman Copy Share Image
When we play music we describe the echo the tableau of natural forms, their shapes and arrangements, as uncovered by the composer's imagination, which yet must be filtered through our own. There is no other way. And in acknowledging this… — Russell Sherman Copy Share Image
A work of art expresses itself as a balance sheet pitting the spoken against the unspoken. — Russell Sherman Copy Share Image
As artists, are we quasi psychiatrists who mend the soul? Do we provide the consolations, escapes, and reassurances which enable us to survive? Or… — Russell Sherman Copy Share Image
The breath, prayers, and libido of the fingertip must somehow be transferred to the neutral indifference of the key. — Russell Sherman Copy Share Image
Art is a process of concentration. It is both the distilled essence and the commentary upon otherwise mundane activities and reflections. Musical notes must… — Russell Sherman Copy Share Image
The context for music is varied and profound. If their fantasy is to be awakened-so that their sounds may be incisive or ravishing-then the… — Russell Sherman Copy Share Image
Without silence there is no music. Not simply because the faculty of hearing deteriorates from constant exposure to noise, but because silence is both… — Russell Sherman Copy Share Image
Surely common sense as well as anthropological evidence documents the universal need to pray, to hope, and to lament or carouse through song. — Russell Sherman Copy Share Image
To play the piano is to consort with nature. Every mollusk, galaxy, vapor or viper as well the sweet incense of love's distraction, is… — Russell Sherman Copy Share Image
Through music time is tamed, although music never forgets to remind us of time's faceless mission. — Russell Sherman Copy Share Image
For time not only moves inexorable forward, as the underlying grid to our personal chronicle, but is manipulated by our psychic needs and natures… — Russell Sherman Copy Share Image
The work of art, though bound by its genetic markings and indelible fingerprints, is boundless in the infinite elaborations of its destiny, and therefore… — Russell Sherman Copy Share Image
The contradictory, consuming, contested relationship between detail and whole, event an eventuality, breathes fire and wisdom in every great work of art. — Russell Sherman Copy Share Image
