We just sit together.
It starts like incense smoke, a fine strand rising straight, direct, unmoving. Without warning it suddenly disperses, broken and scattered in a thousand directions, wildly, freely disappearing into the splendid chaos of what is, unseen, ungraspable, unknown.
Then the bell struck twice means it’s time to rise.
Still, here, I am.
Last night Ray Chen played the violin on the Elisabeth Contest for Violin.
One with the violin – free to play whatever – one with the orchestra – he became the music – he became the contest –
He made a few faults but nobody cared: he won.
He made us listen. He made us hear. He made us remember what it is all about…
They said: " He had a good communication with the public …"
In the intervieuw before he showed a little card that he always carries in his violinbox with " Smile from the heart" on it. He said: "This is what i may never forget: playing the violin from the heart"