#MyVoiceAndI #lockdowndiaries #throwbackthursdays
When I say I miss the stage, I’m not only referring to the two hours of live performance that you all see. I miss myself. I miss who I am during the process: learning new repertoire, spending endless hours in solitude learning all the notes at the piano, reading and looking up each word in the dictionary, trying to get the pronunciation and colouring of the text as authentic as possible. It’s the time spent observing, imitating, and drawing inspiration from all the great artists through dvds and videos. It’s the process of igniting my imagination, and gradually getting into the shoes of a new role, and finding new things about an old piece or a character along the way of rehearsing with other musicians. It’s the incomparable satisfaction of hearing my voice resonate and project into a big space with no artificial amplification. It’s the exchange of energy with people around me. It’s feeling that I want to pour my heart and soul out to the world through music without expecting anything in return. Everything in this process, including the really scary moments in which I doubt everything I do, to the exciting feeling of overcoming those obstacles and making little breakthroughs and connecting with the music and the people around… I miss them all. Right now I’m learning something which is a bit of a foreign concept: patience. I need patience to be at peace with the uncertainty of everything. 2020 is the first time in years that I’m forced (or given space and time) to sit down and listen to my inner voice, instead of singing with my soprano voice.
#laboheme #musicaviva #classicalmusicinhongkong #2020 #pandemic
