On personal growth and artistic enlightenment

Dock on lakeBe it due to the fact that I recently turned 40, or that this month marks two years since I lost my dad, my thoughts have been veering towards aging and the wisdom that comes with it. Undeniably, many other things come with it as well, such as the occasional back pain or an uninvited sciatica. Jokes aside though, aging does give one a new perspective on life. One starts to understand things that one wasn’t able to just a few years before, and that knowledge is not transferable. One can try to give all the advice one can to younger generations, but even when they pay heed to their elders’ advice, there are things that can only be truly understood by experiencing them in the flesh. The passage of time is essential for some things to be fully comprehended.

Growing older also means having more responsibilities under one’s wing. Old age is often associated with wisdom, experience and resilience, and I can already see why. Getting old can be wonderful, but it can also be tough and, at times, cruel. I say cruel because the older we get, we get to experience more loss, more pain, and more rejection, but those things are precisely what make us take a look into ourselves and search for our innermost qualities. Enlightened people of old age are those who despite all their pain and suffering have become, with time, more forgiving instead of rancorous, loving instead of resentful, generous instead of selfish, and spiritual instead of materialistic. These collective qualities, coupled with self-knowledge and awareness, amount to wisdom, and it is not an easily earned virtue.

Love, above all, is the motor of the Universe. It’s an irresistible force of attraction that is constantly being fought by it’s preeminent opposite: hate. Their constant tug of war sets the engines of the world in motion, writing the all-well-known novel that plays out on our everyday lives. Artists play a preeminent role in this eternal dispute, and can consciously or unconsciously choose to side with one or another. Things are not black and white, of course, and there are plenty of nuances in between. Beauty can be found in light and in darkness, but our choices will ultimately reflect our degree of self-awareness and yes, wisdom.

I have experienced many a thing that life has to offer during my 40 years on this planet, but I also know that there is plenty in store for me. I saw my father grow old and ill, wishing he had done some things differently, asking for forgiveness and understanding… but I also saw him being content with a life that, even though it hadn’t fulfilled all his expectations, had made him a proud son, father, and husband. He passed away not achieving his dream of becoming a luminary in the annals of architecture, but he did manage to raise two children who were able to fulfill their academic ambitions to the highest degree. His pain felt to him at first like punishment, but it had the healing effect of uniting us, his family, to a degree that we hadn’t experienced before. From pain came healing; from suffering, deliverance, and from sadness, great joy. Through him and his pain we, his loved ones, had a glimpse into the beauty that awaits us when we surrender to the inevitable. We tend to fight, resist and look away from everything that is too painful to look at directly, but every now and then life has a way to make us confront those issues face to face, leaving us no option but accepting them or rejecting them in denial. Pain is a desperate attempt of our body or soul to focus on whatever needs healing, but instead of facing it, we prefer to numb ourselves, either via physical or spiritual medication, indefinitely postponing our learning and thwarting our path to wisdom.

By now some of you might be asking: what does any of this have to do with art or music, for that matter. The short answer is: Everything. If the music we produce is to be a true representation of who we are, we shouldn’t choose to hide one aspect of ourselves in favor of another. And if we do, we are not embracing ourselves completely and therefore our music will not be totally honest. Most of us don’t hold ourselves in very high regard, so we try to emulate the great masters; the great men and women who have preceded us. But have we asked ourselves what is it that made those people great? Wasn’t it perhaps their uniqueness? Don’t we detect an incredible amount of originality in a Beethoven, for example? Yes we do, but that originality is not only an artistic manifestation of an aesthetic choice, it is also a result of an embrace of personal pain to the point that it was transmuted into grandeur and beauty. Therein lies the true philosopher’s stone: our capacity to churn happiness out of misery and reconciliation out of grudge. We are imperfect beings; oh so imperfect, but it is that constant tug of war between our lazy selves (who want to remain unchanged) and our greater, higher selves in search of enlightenment, what makes possible for art to exist at all.

We make art and we make music because we need to express something that we can’t otherwise express. We know that within us lies a power greater than ourselves that needs to be released, and that only belongs to us partially, because once it is outside of us it spreads its roots into any and all fertile soil it may encounter. We as artists, and specifically as composers, are vessels, carrying a fountain of love, knowledge and beauty that we don’t deserve to keep to ourselves. But we are not empty vessels, we need to perfect ourselves so we can become an even purer, more dynamic and more enlightened channel of communication. Whoever derives arrogance and self-indulgence from this unique position is committing a travesty. It is not our place to feel superior; that would be a sign of ignorance. Instead, whoever recognizes him or herself as a vessel, must do everything in their power to perfect themselves so they can become better vehicles at the service of a greater scheme.

After the loss of my father, my mother has seen a steep decline in her mnemonic abilities. The constant suffering in her soul is making an even greater dent in her mind, serving as a painful reminder that both, soul and intellect, not only reside within us but also depend on each other to function properly. I can’t compose if my emotions are out of balance, and I can’t invest my feelings on something that does not excite my intellect at all. This is where youth and old age collide. While young we think we can attain anything we put our minds on, but then reality kicks in, and we realize that we are simply not always able to achieve everything we want. We think we can conquer the world with our physical, mental, or spiritual prowess, but we hardly recognize that we can only achieve one of them when all the others are in harmony. How many times have we seen young athletes or actors mismanage their careers because they were blinded by their rapid success? How many intellectuals have succumbed to the traps of the mind before realizing that their minds alone cannot lead them to enlightenment? And how many artists have fallen into producing innocuous works of art after failing to realize that they need to further their intellect if they want to produce meaningful and spiritually relevant work? This is why artists like Johann Sebastian Bach and Hermann Hesse have such appeal to me, because they truly represent that communion of all aspects residing within us. We must embrace our own totality even when we are focusing on a very specific aspect of ourselves; hence the myth of the great but immoral artist. Yes, we can separate the work from the man, but we cannot separate a man from his work. But here is where we need to be cautious, because even though we might think that morality is universal, it is more personal and more obscure than we are ready to admit.

Old age is our chance to look back at our lives and bring all the scattered elements together. It is our chance to create a unified self that is a true representation of who we are and who we aspire to become. It is a work in progress, for old age is relative and detached from temporal attachments. Old age is, in sum, the moment we distill our own selves, leave behind all impurities and do justice to the self we deserve to be: our full potential attained, to the best of our abilities. We will always have regrets, no matter how much we try to keep them to a minimum, there will always be things we could have done better, but what matters in the end is that, as humans, and especially as artists, we do not turn a blind eye to any aspect of our selves, and that we embrace and transmute all our imperfections so we can create the least imperfect version of our everlasting selves.

…and now, back to stretching.

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Halftime

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Photo courtesy of Melanie O’Neill :: Houston Symphony

I am now halfway into my residency with the Houston Symphony and we are finally starting to see the fruits of our collective labor. The project I am perhaps most proud of is our Young Composers Mentorship Project, which got officially kick started right before the summer, when the selected composers, a team from the Houston family, and myself met in person at Interfaith Ministries, so we could start the interview process with the participating refugees. Giving six young composers the opportunity to compose a new work for the Houston Symphony musicians would be an excellent opportunity in and of itself, but we wanted each piece to be truly special, hence the decision to pair them with six artistic partners so they could create interdisciplinary works involving dance, film, poetry, and song. What makes this project truly unique though, is that in addition to that, each composer/artistic partner duo got the opportunity to interview a refugee through Interfaith Ministries, who went above and beyond to help us bring this project to fruition. This is what gives this project true human depth, and the inspiration for it came early through my conversations with my Houston family.

When we gathered back in the spring of 2017 to discuss what shape my residency would take, I asked what made Houstonians truly proud. To my surprise, the number one response had nothing to do with the space program (although they are extremely proud of it as well!). Diversity. That was the word that came up over and over again. Houstonians are proud that their city has become the most ethnically diverse metropolitan region in the United States. Coming from the Bay Area though, another extremely diverse region, I know first hand that diversity does not necessarily equate integration, so by throwing into the mix a group of refugees who have come to Houston in search of a new life, I knew we were going to create connections between two groups of people that would otherwise never overlap. It has been incredibly rewarding to see how much they have all learned from each other, as I learned from my own experience when meeting with so-called “dreamers” as part of my research for the oratorio of the same name.

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Photo courtesy of Melanie O’Neill :: Houston Symphony

After much careful planning and schedule juggling, all parts involved finally met in November for out first workshop. All six composers had a chance to show their works in progress and I was a first-hand witness to their creativity and stylistic diversity. This was also a first for me in terms of mentoring young composers, and I must say I thoroughly enjoyed it. What a difference it makes to work on a project as part of an ongoing residency as opposed to a one-off kind of event! The actual planning started over a year and a half ago; not only that, we still have a second workshop scheduled for February of next year, where we will have a chance to focus on more technical aspects related to instrumentation, orchestration, and the marriage between music and the other disciplines involved. Mentoring also made me discover other aspects of myself. First, I had to learn how to diagnose in situ what each composer needed to focus his/her energies on (which meant I had to immerse myself in another composer’s work within a very short time span); and I also had to articulate my thoughts quickly, find the right words, and find the right balance between being sharp in my critiques but also insightful and encouraging. It was great fun to be on the other side of things, as I have attended many a master class myself in the past, some good and some frankly forgettable.

This project will culminate with a concert where all six interdisciplinary works will be premiered at White Oak Music Hall, a flexible, not-your-usual classical music venue, in June of next year. It goes without saying that we are all very much looking forward to this concert, but the truth is this project is more about the process than the product itself, and we are all certainly enjoying the process as it is meant to mentor and inspire every participant every single step of the way, from inception to completion. My sincere gratitude goes to everyone making this project possible: Houston Symphony, University of Houston, Rice University, and Interfaith Ministries, and special thanks to Professors Anthony Brandt and Rob Smith for opening the doors of their respective Composition Departments, and to the amazing Houston Symphony family at large.

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White Oak Music Hall in Houston

Running parallel to this project are my other composition projects with the orchestra. So far, the Houston Symphony has played three of my works, two of them prior to me officially becoming composer-in-residence. The third, Lago de Lágrimas, was superbly performed by Flutist Sami Junnonen and the Houston Symphony in February of this year, and it marked my first time working alongside Maestro Andrés Orozco-Estrada. Next May I will finally be able to unveil Aurora, which is dedicated to powerhouse Violinist Leticia Moreno, and I say finally because the original premiere had been slated to take place in September of 2017, but Hurricane Harvey had other plans. Also next year, Andrés and the Houston Symphony will premiere my Symphony No. 2: Ad Astra, which is inspired by the space program and the role that NASA’s emblematic Johnson Space Center has played on several missions. Finally, my residency will culminate with the presentation in the spring of 2020 of Dreamers, an oratorio for soprano, mixed chorus, and orchestra that I have written together with Nilo Cruz. We felt it was necessary to present this work in Houston, as it sheds light on another aspect of the immigrant experience in the U.S., and relates to the Young Composers Mentorship Program and the work we are doing with the refugees who have valiantly shared their stories with us. The oratorio is dedicated to “all dreamers around the world who left their homes in search of a better life in the hopes that their newly adopted homeland would grant them the basic rights and privileges that every human on Earth should have access to.” The world premiere will take place on March 17th, 2019 in Berkeley performed by Soprano Ana María Martínez, Conductor Esa-Pekka Salonen and the Philharmonia Orchestra of London, while the Houston performances in 2020 will be lead by Conductor Fabien Gabel, and will also count with the participation of Houston-based, Superstar Soprano Ana María Martínez. Here’s to a second half, full of excitement and world premieres!

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Separating art from artist

Classical music is full of cult figures, all very different from each other, but with one thing in common: they are all human. Yes, I am stating the obvious, but sometimes it is necessary to remind ourselves of this fact, particularly when the degree of worship reaches absurd heights. There is a question that I see resurfacing every now and then, and that is whether we should separate art from artist or take both into consideration when evaluating a work of art. What to do when we admire the work of an artist whose political ideas, moral principles or worldview we disagree with strongly? Should we put those concerns aside or should we learn to dissociate the work of art from its creator and study them separately? I believe both are necessary. Understanding the person, its time and geographical origins will give us a better understanding of the work, but we also need to focus on the work itself from an analytical point of view. In fact, musicians are taught both approaches at conservatories, we learn history and music analysis. While they definitely cross feed, an analysis class is very much focused on the purely technical aspects of a composition, such as harmony, counterpoint, form, rhythmic structure, etc. History class, on the other hand, will focus on the artwork’s relevance and surrounding circumstances at the time of its creation, and on the artist him/herself. Both are needed to having a comprehensive understanding of a composition, and while this depth of knowledge is not expected from the general audience, it is the presenter’s duty to provide as much information on both as possible.

Richard Wagner

The classic case study is Richard Wagner. Many people, myself included, find his anti-Semitic views unacceptable, and even if we try to put them within a historical context, there’s no way to redeem him. Richard Wagner was who he was and he wasn’t trying to hide it (although he did hide behind a pseudonym at some point). How to deal with this? Well, the world seems to have found different ways to cope with it. An informal and widely accepted ban on Wagner’s music is in place in Israel to this day, and every time someone defies it, like Daniel Barenboim famously did in 2001 there is a huge public outcry in the country. The rest of the world hasn’t followed, with Wagner societies sprouting all around the world, honoring the musical legacy of the German composer. Hitler’s infamous association with Wagner’s music and ideals obviously has a lot to do with the controversy surrounding his work, and I must confess I also feel conflicted when listening to his music. Personally, however, that doesn’t stop me from enjoying the music and appreciating his genius, but every time I watch one of his operas, I take the plot with a few grains of salt, as I know what’s the thinking behind them.

Carlo Gesualdo, the great Italian Renaissance composer, is best known for two things: his intensely chromatic music, and for murdering his wife and her lover. The worst part: he got away with his crime due to his status as a nobleman. Not that the rest of his life was necessarily full of joy; he spent his last years suffering depression and it is suspected he died either in the hands of his wife or his servants. His music, however, is truly remarkable, employing a degree of chromaticism baffling to this day and well beyond its time. His musical genius cannot be contested; his actions though, are truly despicable. Do I think about the crime he committed while listening to his music? Well, it does inevitably come to mind, but I do try to put that aside, otherwise I would be totally unable to derive any enjoyment whatsoever from the music.

Pablo Picasso

Other arts are not immune to controversial personalities, as evidenced by Pablo Picasso’s reprehensible misogyny or Ernest Hemingway’s estranged relationship to his children, one of whom wrote a bitter letter blaming him for his mother’s death. Examples abound, unfortunately, of great artists exuding anything but greatness in their personal lives. There is no doubt that understanding the artist allows us to better understand the art, but what if the artist is someone who is less than inspiring, and whose life choices repulse instead of uplift us? There are plenty of articles written about the subject, but it is rare to get a glimpse from protagonists’ point of view, and since you didn’t come to read just another article about this matter, let me share my personal experience.

As a composer, I can testify to the challenge of keeping a balance between one’s personal and creative life. I try to be the best person I can, but I do not always live up to my own standards. This is not meant as a mea culpa, just as an acknowledgement of my own imperfect human nature. Of course everything can be excused by placing a shield between creator and creation, but in truth they are only inseparable for those who are on the receiving end, not for us, the creators. No, we must deal with ourselves day in and day out, with all our virtues and imperfections. Some of us choose to work our issues through our art, and the result can be very powerful, like Yayoi Kusama’s incredible visual creations, which are her own way to deal with mental illness. Others choose an external cause, an ideal, like Ai Weiwei when confronting the Chinese State and its brutal suppression of freedom of speech. Creating is a lonely endeavor. When I sit in my studio I do so for hours on end, without interacting with anybody but myself and my own thoughts. When I was a teenager I had real difficulty participating in tasks at school that involved any kind of cooperation. I would always prefer to work on my own, and anytime a group assignment was given, I tried everything in my power to dominate the conversation and lead the group. Sometimes my classmates would abide, but sometimes they would resist, and this genuinely irritated me. When many years later I shared this with a psychologist friend, she suggested I could also gain knowledge by opening my ears to other people’s opinions. I realized I was coming through as arrogant because I was basically sending out the message that no one knew better than me, and that I considered my judgment to be better than everyone else’s. When it came to sports, I too preferred individual sports such as swimming or combat sports like wrestling because that avoided the whole “cooperation thing” that I so much dreaded in my mind. No wonder composing was the ideal outlet for me; I had complete control over all variables, at least until it was time for rehearsals.

“Infinity Mirrored Room – The Souls of Millions of Light Years Away” by Yayoi Kusama

This obsession with doing things my way started to infiltrate other aspects of my life, and I was perceived as a strong-headed, stubborn young man who wouldn’t have it any other way but his way. This also informed the way I related to other people, including close relatives and romantic partners. I quickly learned that this behavior wasn’t going to bring me a lot of sympathy, but I just didn’t know how to do things differently. It was not until life offered me a few humbling lessons that I understood how not to underestimate other people and to take other people’s ideas into account. Writing an opera was a great lesson in cooperation, as I had to continually share my progress with a group of collaborators right from the inception all the way to premiere night. I still mostly compose in the solitude of my studio, but I have now learned to be more open and receptive when the occasion calls for it. Had I not corrected this behavior, though, I would have started to head toward the dangerous path of tyranny, something that some orchestral conductors of the past were known for.

Conductor Arturo Toscanini is known to have lost his temper on more than one occasion.

Now a dying breed, the image of the authoritarian Maestro used to be somewhat widely accepted and even desired. Luckily times have changed and abusive behavior is no longer tolerated in orchestral circles. Our whole society has, as a matter of fact, become less tolerant to intolerance. The #MeToo movement is proof of it, as it has brought down many prominent personalities across several fields; Picasso would not have survived. I see this as a positive development, and I am thankful that I had opportunities to correct my behavior. The issue with many artists is that we tend to remain in our own little imaginary world, and if an artist is increasingly worshipped this will lead to an inflated ego that will make him or her believe that he/she can get away with anything. Very much like our President, who famously said he could shoot anyone on 5th Avenue and not lose any voters. The frightening thing is that he was probably right. In the arts circles many people have grown to believe they are either superhuman or god-sent, and that self-anointed grandeur, supported by legions of adoring fans, does nothing but reinforce this thwarted vision of themselves. This goes to show how important it is for any artist of any kind to keep grounded, humble, and open to criticism. Obviously, the opposite extreme, unforgiving and deleterious self-criticism, can be crippling. It’s all about finding a balance, one of the hardest things to do, but as a true Libra, I like to make this principle one of my core values.

Has improving as a person also improved (or worsened) my art? I honestly don’t think so, but it sure has improved my life and the way I relate to other people. Within the composition circles I have met all kinds of composers, some extremely socially skilful, and some awkwardly timid. All of them create interesting and compelling art, and one would be at fault if one tried to find a correlation between the composer’s personality and the way their music sounds. As a matter of fact, sometimes they are complete opposites. I can speak for myself, as I was helplessly shy as a child, but my music has always been quite extrovert. Nowadays, I come across as a more open and social person, although still quite reserved, but not to the point of wanting to exit whenever I encounter a large crowd.

The audience though, does not need to be exposed to all these personal details. The reason they go to the symphony is to listen to a great selection of musical works, not to be lectured about the demons that the artists had to deal with. In other words, what matters to some doesn’t necessarily have to matter to others. Yes, it can be enlightening to understand the composer’s personal circumstances at the time of the composition but that won’t make me change my mind about the inherent qualities of the composition itself. It is important to strive to be a better person not because it will make our art better or worse, but because it is simple, basic decency. The “problem” with writing music, for example, is that it stirs the emotions of the composer (I can speak from personal experience) and this can lead to emotional instability. It is at these moments that we are at our most fragile, and in this state our judgment is clouded. There is no excuse for bad behavior, but there is usually a reason behind it. Learning how to control one’s emotions is one of the hardest things to do, especially because while writing music we are deliberately trying to elicit extreme emotional states. In writing my latest composition, for example, an oratorio titled Dreamers, I had to deal with a heart wrenching subject and I had to do so after interviewing several so-called dreamers who shared their life experiences with me, sometimes in tears. Interviewing them was emotionally taxing, and writing the piece was truly draining. Almost after every day of work I would feel completely exhausted and this sometimes translated into very brief episodes of depression that I was able to overcome with the help of my husband and loved ones. Granted, not all commissions are as emotionally demanding as this one, but when I come across such a commission, my personal emotions end up quite stirred, taking a toll on myself and those around me. Recovery can be slow, but it is key not to lash on others or indulge in short-term behavioral patterns that can end up bringing long-term damage.

Finding a balance in life: not an easy task.

When I was still discovering classical music, I aimed at creating music that would stir up other people’s emotions the same way the music of the great masters stirred mine. Now I understand that there is a price to pay for this gift, but I can honestly say that following this path has brought me incredible amounts of satisfaction. The key is not to lose perspective of things and not to fall into despair when things are not going our way. As artists, we tend to constantly crave attention, and when we are not given it, we tend to feel ignored or forgotten. The truth is, we are incredibly lucky that we can –if we choose- bring so much joy to so many people and I derive much more pleasure from eliciting genuine joy in others than by basking in praise, be it genuine or otherwise. Ultimately, we need to be impermeable to praise or criticism, and take them both with a grain of salt. The value of our art rests within, and every artist knows when he or she has hit gold, because it comes with that unmistakable rush of joy that I assume is the same that led Archimedes to scream “Eureka!”. As long as we remain connected with that part of ourselves, we will live a long, stable, and fruitful life. As Herman Hesse said in “Siddartha”: Most people…are like a falling leaf, which is blown and is turning around through the air, and wavers, and tumbles to the ground. But others, a few, are like stars, they go on a fixed course, no wind reaches them, in themselves they have their law and their course.”

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In residence with the Houston Symphony

Screen Shot 2017-08-12 at 7.18.20 PMIn this day and age one should consider oneself lucky if one manages to get a continuous streamline of commissions. Even more rare though, is the possibility of working with the same group of musicians repeatedly over a number of years. Being a composer-in-residence offers a world of possibilities; the role being shaped by composer and performing arts organization alike, as there is no fixed template. Starting this fall I will officially start my tenure as the Houston Symphony’s composer-in-residence for the 2017-18 and 2018-19 seasons, my first assignment being the composition of “Aurora” a concerto for violin and orchestra to be premiered on September 22, 2017 at Jones Hall, the Houston Symphony’s permanent home. But more on that later.

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Andrés Orozco-Estrada and the the Youth Philharmonic of Colombia rehearsing “América Salvaje” in preparation for their Austro-German tour on June 29-July 6, 2017. Photo: Courtesy of Carlos Andrés Botero.

My association with Houston can be traced back to a single work of mine titled “América Salvaje”, which Andrés Orozco-Estrada, Principal Conductor of the Houston Symphony, performed in Bogotá with the Youth Philharmonic of Colombia on May of 2016. That was the first time that Andrés came in contact with my music, and he obviously liked it, because he then decided to program that same piece in Frankfurt and Houston. Connections like this one are not fortuitous, of course, and there have been many other key people whose championing of my work has led to this moment. Conductors Andrés Jaime and Germán Gutiérrez, for example, are also from Colombia and have both performed my works on several occasions. It was Germán, in fact, who introduced my music to Colombian audiences for the first time in early 2015, when he conducted “Lord of the Air”, my cello concerto, with the Youth Philharmonic of Colombia. Carlos Buitrago, Artistic Coordinator of that orchestra, took a liking to my work, so he and Carlos Andrés Botero, the Houston Symphony’s Musical Ambassador, suggested “América Salvaje” to Andrés Orozco-Estrada. As you might have noticed by now, there is plenty of conducting talent coming from Colombia, and to make matters even more interconnected, many of them are named Andrés, including my dear friends Andrés Franco and Andrés Lopera, who are also conductors and also Colombian. If you feel like you’re in the middle of Gabriel García Márquez’s “One Hundred Years of Solitude”, you are not alone.

Andrés Orozco-Estrada conducting “América Salvaje” in Schloss Johannisberg (Geisenheim, Germany) on July 1st, 2017. Photo: Courtesy of Carlos Andrés Botero.

The moment Andrés Orozco-Estrada started to program “América Salvaje”, I felt a strong desire to meet him, but that would have to wait until September 2016, when he brought that piece to Houston. In all honesty, I wasn’t expecting anything other than exchanging ideas and finding out why he liked that piece so much. It turns out I did find out why (and I will share that with you) but in addition to that, I walked out with an offer to be the next composer-in-residence of the orchestra; now, that was unexpected. Andrés had taken a really close look to the score, so close that he discovered a footnote in tiny font written by me years ago, which I had basically forgotten about. “América Salvaje” was written in 2006 for the inauguration of a brand new building that would house the National Library of Peru. It was a stately affair, attended by the Minister of Education, Javier Sota Nadal (who commissioned this piece) and the President of Peru, Alejandro Toledo. The piece is based on a poem that confronts us with Peru’s troubled and mixed Inca-Spanish heritage, so I had to find a way to paint the untamed landscape of Peru prior to the arrival of the Spaniards. It occurred to me that the most effective way to do this would be using native Peruvian instruments such as pututos (conch shells), ocarinas and bird water whistles. The effect is arresting and is unlike anything one is used to hear from a symphony orchestra. The score is designed so the musicians of the orchestra can play both, their regular instruments and the native Peruvian instruments, but then I added that tiny footnote -to which no one had paid attention before- that says: “Ocarinas, Water whistles and Pututos can be played by separate or additional non-orchestral musicians”. And just like that, Andrés’ imagination went wild. The performance of “América Salvaje” I attended on September 15, 2016 in Houston was unlike any other. Three groups of school kids were distributed throughout the Mezzanine, standing on the right, center and left wings, each carrying one of the aforementioned types of native instruments. When they began playing, the whole hall was enveloped in sounds from a distant, untamed world. I was sold. Now I understood what Andrés was after: he wanted the audience to get immersed in this piece, and that footnote had given him the key to do it. In a prior outdoors concert in Frankfurt he had taken this a step beyond; he gave the audience of 20,000 a sizable number of bird whistles (2,000 in total!) and asked them to play as he queued them. He repeated the same strategy during his recent Austro-German tour this summer with the Youth Philharmonic of Colombia to great success. Andrés doesn’t just want the audience to enjoy a piece of music; he wants them to get soaked in it.

My residency with the Houston Symphony will entail three main projects: the composition of a violin concerto, the curation of a multi-media concert featuring local student composers in cooperation with musicians from the Houston Symphony, and the composition of a large symphonic work. There are several other side projects as well, but these three are the pillars that will define my time with the symphony. Contrary to what many people think, I won’t me moving to Houston, but I will fly there often. In fact, even though my tenure doesn’t official start until the fall, I’ve already been working intensely with the wonderful Administrative Staff of the Houston Symphony on planning my next couple of years with them.

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Leticia Moreno and myself fine-tuning “Aurora”, a concerto for violin and orchestra dedicated to Leticia to be premiere in Houston on September 22, 2017 with Andrés Orozco-Estrada and the Houston Symphony. Photo: Igor Cortadellas.

The first of my two main commissions is, “Aurora”, a violin concerto dedicated to the extraordinary Leticia Moreno. “Aurora” takes its name from the Northern Lights (aurora borealis) but it has three movements, each one depicting a different kind of aurora: Equatorialis, Borealis, and Australis. The last two can be observed close to the Earth’s poles, whereas the third is a phenomenon that has only been observed on other planets. It is a 30-minute concerto, each movement lasting approximately 10 minutes. The inspiration comes from my years in Finland, where I was fortunate enough to witness this phenomenon. In addition to that, I must confess that one of my favorite violin concertos is the Sibelius, so the association with Finland is two-fold. I have written several concertos (koto, piano, flute, cello) most of them as a result of commissions, but I had always wanted to write a violin concerto, I just wasn’t getting commissioned to write one! At one point a Finnish violinist approached me with such a request, but the project didn’t take off due to lack of funding. I, however, wasn’t ready to bury the project, so I decided to start drafting some ideas, and I ended up with a pile of drafts in my work desk to which I would come back every now and then without any particular plan or deadline to complete them. Then, in July of last year I heard of Leticia through Conductor Vladimir Kulenovic, who I knew from Lyric Opera’s “Bel Canto”, where he worked as Assistant Conductor to Sir Andrew Davis. Vlad had been so enthusiastic about her that I went on to listen to some recordings that left me thoroughly impressed, hoping to be able to work with her sometime in the future. As it turns out, now I know that the moment Leticia heard of me and my music, she also started to think of ways to work with me. Well, none of us had to do anything in the end, because destiny brought us together. Without knowing that we knew of each other, Andrés decided to pair us up and proposed I write a concerto for Leticia in order to open my tenure as composer in residence with the Houston Symphony. Saying that I was overjoyed would be an understatement. As soon as I was done with my other engagements, I immediately got to work on the concerto, unearthing my old drafts and entering a composing frenzy that had me finish the concerto in just a few months.

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Photo: Igor Cortadellas

By the time Leticia and I met in person, we had already exchanged plenty of emails, calls and WhatsApp messages, but nothing had prepared me for her powerful stage presence, distinct sound, and striking command of her instrument. It turns out our connection was deeper than we had initially thought. Leticia was born in Madrid, but her father is Peruvian, so she knows the country and the culture well. Not only that, it turns out that one of my childhood friends is a close relative of hers. The world is small indeed. We met last week for the first time in Valencia, where she now lives, and we had some of the most intensive and rewarding work sessions I have ever had in my life. Leticia didn’t limit herself to performing the piece; she helped me shape it. The concerto is not the same before and after my trip to Valencia, and this is what true collaboration is supposed to look like. Thanks to her, the concerto is now richer, more challenging, and more idiomatic than it was before. Had we not met (and I am thankful to the Houston Symphony for facilitating our encounter) the result would have been completely different. Here she had a chance to truly influence the piece and make it hers, so when she steps on that stage in September, she will own the concerto in a way that only a performer who premieres a brand new work in cooperation with a living composer can do. Be prepared, because I have no doubts that Leticia will bring the house down! In addition to the music, I am working with Clint Allen, a fantastic projection and lighting designer, to add a visual element to the performance. Clint will be inspired by the phenomenon of the auroras to create a full experience that will bathe Jones Hall in a unique play of light.

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Rice University Campus (top) and University of Houston (bottom).

My second assignment as composer-in-residence is still shaping up, but I can tell you with all confidence that it is going to be a very exciting one. Last June I met with Prof. Rob Smith from The University of Houston and Prof. Anthony Brandt from Rice University in order to coordinate our efforts. Our plan is to select a small number of student composers from each University and give them a unique assignment. Each student will compose a new work for chamber ensemble made up of musicians from the Houston Symphony, but each composition will feature a distinct element to it. One composer will write for the voice, another will work with a narrator, while a third one will collaborate with a dancer, and so on. By mixing various disciplines we are encouraging them to broaden their horizons, which will result in a truly entertaining concert. Moreover, we will all work around a single theme that although it is yet to be fine tuned, will revolve around the issues of diversity, immigration, and integration. The professors and I will mentor the students throughout the composition process, and we will make sure to include a workshop where the students can test their ideas months prior to the concert. The concert itself won’t take place in a regular space, instead we are looking into alternative venues where we can create an immersive experience complete with projections and perhaps more than one stage. That is all I can say for now, but this is indeed one of the most exciting curatorial experiences I have ever had, and one where I’m being given total creative freedom.

Lyndon_B._Johnson_Space_Center_Houston_Finally, I will close my tenure in the spring of 2019 with the premiere of my second symphony. It will be a homage to one of Houston’s greatest contributions to humanity: NASA’s Johnson Space Center. I will focus on humanity’s quest for other worlds and its endless pursuit of life outside our planet. The title is yet to be decided as are the names of each movement, but I couldn’t be more excited to embark on such a project because space has been an object of fascination for me since my childhood, and I continue to be a space enthusiast, keeping up to date with the latest developments in space exploration around the world.

These two years promise to be incredibly busy but incredibly thrilling as well. As I said at the beginning, it is rare to be able to secure a continued string of commissions, but even harder to be able to work with the same arts organization on several simultaneous projects. It is an unparalleled opportunity to contribute to local musical life and influence young local creative minds, all while having one’s works being performed at the highest level by a world-class orchestra such as the Houston Symphony. For the next two years and beyond they will be my family, and they have already done a good job in making me feel at home. Thank you, Houston family, for welcoming me, and my sometimes far-fetched ideas, with open arms. As for you, dear readers, I certainly hope to see you in Houston! I promise it will be worth your while.

 

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You are still here

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My father, Javier, as a young man.

There are some things for which one is never truly prepared, and losing a parent is definitely one of them. December 4, 2016 carved a wound in my heart. It has now slowly started to heal, but it will leave a scar that I will carry with me for the rest of my life. It’s been exactly four months since my dear father, Javier, left us. He gave his all to his wife and children and he supported and encouraged me to follow my dreams from an early age. Together with my mother, they nurtured my passion for music, even though they themselves understood little of it, but that didn’t stop them from believing in me when no one else did. He is now in a different place, but he is present in every decision I make and every piece I compose. His words still linger in my mind and, every other minute, I come across a thought that reminds me of him. I find myself at peace knowing that he is now resting, but at times I miss him so dearly that I’m all of a sudden overflowed with emotion. It will take time to overcome this loss, but I find strength in the fact that we didn’t leave anything unsaid or undone. He left after hearing me tell him how much I loved him and after telling me how much he loved me. That was our last phone conversation, physically miles away from each other, but united in spirit. We, now, are more united than ever.

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Dad and I on my birthday, just a few years ago 😉

When I was five years old my sister Jessica started taking piano lessons. I would come downstairs and unceremoniously interrupt her during her lessons by pressing the high keys. Neither her nor her teacher were particularly amused, so my mom would have to come and take me away so I could let my sister concentrate. One day my mom asked me if I also wanted to take lessons and I said “yes”. That’s how it all started. It didn’t take too long until I was hooked, although at first I must admit I didn’t feel that music was how I wanted to spend the rest of my life. No. I was more fascinated by space or robots. Music was just a great distraction and my parents thought it was a good hobby for me to have. Everything changed when my family and I moved to Miami in 1990 and I had a dream of myself playing in a great, open space. The amazing thing, though, was not the dream itself, but the fact that after waking up, I remembered what I had been playing in it! This little spark ignited my love for composition.

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Celebrating with Renée Fleming after the premiere of Bel Canto.

After we moved back to Peru in 1991, I started to take music more seriously. My dad noticed that so he started a ritual whose value I didn’t come to understand until much later in life. Every day after dinner he would ask me to play for him. My mom and sister would also sit briefly, but my dad would stay with me for anything between a half hour to two hours, and sometimes well into the night, depending on how tired he was or whether I was already done with homework. Sometimes I would complain because there were days when I simply didn’t want to play, but he would insist and he would not get bored of listening to the same pieces over and over again. At first I started playing Bach’s inventions in 2 and 3 voices, then I began studying the Mozart sonatas, and it was only later that I ventured into some of Beethoven’s sonatas. My knowledge of music back then was very limited, and so was his, but that wouldn’t stop us from having vivid discussions about everything ranging from counterpoint, harmony and style. Sometimes we would listen to cassette recordings together, and I remember once falling so madly in love with Mozart’s Piano Concerto No. 21, that I tried –unsuccessfully- to learn it. The only movement I managed to play somewhat decently was the slow movement, which my dad loved, dearly admiring Mozart’s craft and sensitivity when dealing with delicate passages. I remember him taking me to listen to the National Symphony Orchestra as having endless post-concert discussions about how good or bad a performance had been. I remember him listening to my compositions and giving me criticism. Can you imagine?! Of course back then I thought I knew everything, so I would relish in dismantling my dad’s layman comments with technicalities, but the following day I would feel horribly embarrassed because I would realize that he had been right all along and that I had just been too proud to admit it. So I would go back, rewrite a passage, and show it to him after admitting defeat. Sometimes I would later regret this because he would feel so emboldened that he would come up with some outlandish suggestions that had no musical equivalent, making us both laugh at the inadequacy of his metaphors. As time passed, my knowledge of music increased and he found it more and more difficult to communicate with me, the musician, so he started to bring things to his area of expertise: architecture, and in doing so he inadvertently gave me one of my most solid foundations as a composer. He would talk about arches, symmetry, pillars, urban planning, and foundations; he would describe the way in which Frank Lloyd-Wright’s Fallingwater integrated with its surroundings, the difference between French and English gardens, and Oscar Niemeyer’s sensuous curvy designs. He would bring his full arsenal of knowledge to explain how Beethoven’s masterful symphonic conception compared to Le Corbusier’s principles of urban planning, and how Bach’s complex counterpoint reminded him of Churrigueresque façades. He would bring up Michael Angelo’s sculptures and compare them to Mozart’s divine gift and apparent ease, but he would also remind me that it took Michael Angelo ten years to finish painting the ceiling of the Sistine chapel. Apparently, I still had a lot of work to do.

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Our last family picture, taken in October of 2016.

There was rarely a concert in which I was involved that my dad wouldn’t attend, and he was a busy man. When we faced financial challenges together as a family, he would still make sure that I had a piano and that I continued my education at my private school. He encouraged me to take part in competitions, but never against my will. His conversations with Miguel Harth-Bedoya led me to join the library of the newly founded Lima Philharmonic Orchestra and he was the one who brought me a brochure from the Finnish Embassy when I first mentioned my interest in Finland. He sold every property he had so he could finance the first few years of my education at the Sibelius Academy and he continued to help me until I gained financial independence. Only now I can clearly see what a blessing being born to my parents has been, and I regret once thinking that I would have had an earlier start had my parents been musicians. Until his very last days he would follow my every step, checking my Facebook fan page regularly and looking for updates on my website. He listened to each and every one of my pieces and cried of joy when, less than two months before his passing, he listened to a recording of my first symphony. He had his flaws -as we all do- and after I came out as gay, our communication deteriorated. But he was a father with an immense heart, and he loved me very much, and it was precisely that love that helped him conquer his own prejudices. He came to my wedding in May of 2015, as well as my mom and sister and, by then, he had already learned to love my husband Heleno.

I often think how much I’m going to miss him and his opinions. If I continue to be blessed with life, I will go on to write may more symphonies, operas and chamber works, but he won’t be here to listen to them. A part of me, however, knows that he will be listening and that his voice will be ever present. In a sense, everything and nothing has changed. Yes, he is no longer a phone call away, but he is so present in my every thought that nothing, not even his physical absence can truly separate us. Before letting him go however, there was one last thing I had to do for him; something I am sure he would appreciate.

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How I love to remember him: with a big smile on his face.

Back in May of 2016 the Sphinx Organization commissioned me a concerto grosso for violin, cello and strings for their 20th anniversary. I wasn’t able to get to work right away because I had other pending commissions, so I promised I to get to work on it during the latter part of the year. When I was finally ready to start working on it, my dad’s illness took a turn for the worse, eventually leading to his passing. All of a sudden, the figure of the Sphinx, which was to be my original inspiration, gained a completely different meaning and I started to focus on it as the guardian of the gates to the afterlife. I wasn’t going to write a sad piece though, because a 20th anniversary is something to be celebrated not mourned, so instead of dwelling on my pain, I decided to transform it into joy, and the piece became a companion work for the soul’s transition into the afterlife. Guardian of the Horizon is divided into three movements, starting with a Riddle, which needs to be solved or else the Sphinx won’t let the soul in, then Crossing the Threshold, and finally walking Into the Effulgent Light. The piece will be premiered in September by the Sphinx Virtuosi and I am more than sure that my father will be in attendance. Long after every member of the audience has left, well into the night, and hours after the lights have been turned off, he will still be seating right next to me, pointing out how a certain passage could be improved or perhaps making one of his inescapable architectural comparisons, but more than anything, always telling me how much he loves my music and how much he loves me. Dad, I am no longer a child and I have achieved some success in life, but I couldn’t have done it without you. You are not gone; you are still here. You will not be forgotten. I will always cherish your example as a father, husband, and son, and I will always seek for your advice when in doubt. You will always live in my heart and in the hearts of those who love you. I hope to make you proud because I am -and will always be- incredibly proud to call you my father.

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First page from the score of Guardian of the Horizon.

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Camera set, focus set, and…action!

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A special moment between Kevin and I caught on camera by Photographer Jill Steinberg.

There are moments in life when, all of a sudden, everything falls in place; when some of the craziest ideas seem actually possible; and when one comes to the realization that dreams may, in fact, materialize. Those brief moments of lucidity, those epiphanies are rare, but they surely make a lasting impression. On August 13th, 2016, our last day of shooting, I was standing in front of the monitor watching Catherine Curtin deliver her final scene when it all finally sunk in and I experienced one of those rare moments. As I heard Kevin Newbury, our brilliant director, say “cut!”, a surge of emotion poured out from me; I looked for Kevin, hugged him and wept. For seven days, I had witnessed a group of extraordinary people make extraordinary things, but I, like everyone else, had been solely focused in making this film work. It was only when we entered the final stretch that I actually comprehended that everything happening around me was real. After that moment, Reed Luplau entered the set one more time and we finally heard the magic words “it’s a wrap”. We had finished our #epiphanyfilm shooting.

With Raylene & Ron, Kevin Newbury's parents, at Camp Wakuta.

With Raylene & Ron, Kevin Newbury’s parents, at Camp Wakuta.

I landed at PWM airport on Sunday, August 7th. Ron, Kevin’s dad, went to pick me up and he drove me to his and his wife’s property in New Hampshire. As soon as I arrived I was welcomed by Raylene, Kevin’s mom, who during our stay went to incredible lengths to make sure all the guests were comfortable and well fed. Their property consists of several acres of land, complete with a lake and several cabins located all throughout the property. Camp Wakuta, as it is officially known, was started by Raylene’s grandfather back in 1953 and it continued until 1967. After that, the family continued to host summer camps sporadically but nowadays they keep it exclusively for family and friends. We were incredibly lucky to count with such a vast and varied location for our shooting (especially considering the many different types of scenery where Screenwriter David Johnston’s otherworldly “Another Dance of Death” takes place) and Kevin made the most out of it.

Vita Tzykun, Production Designer & Clark Parkan, Art Director, building the canopy on top of the dance floor.

Vita Tzykun, Production Designer & Clark Parkan, Art Director, building the canopy on top of the dance floor.

I started to work as soon as I arrived, helping Vita Tzykun, our masterful production designer, and Art Director Clark Parkan, tackle the construction of the most complex set: the dance floor. Also present was Assistant Director Marcus Shields, who performed the most varied functions with his accustomed unflappable discipline and calm demeanor. On Monday, August 8th I woke up to the magical sounds of numerous birdcalls, some of them more familiar than others, but all beautiful and clearly distinct. One, however, caught my attention above all: the loon. The loon’s call pierced throughout the forest amplified by what seemed like the acoustics of an impossibly large cathedral, dissolving into the dawn as magically as it had emerged from it. Work on the sets continued that day and in the evening a much-awaited van driven by our resourceful Producer Matthew Principe arrived from New York with several more members of the cast and crew. That’s when we started to get a sense of the scale of our project.

Director of Photography, James Daniel & 1st Assistant Camera, Zachary Mills.

Director of Photography James Daniel & 1st Assistant Camera Zachary Mills. Photo by Jill Steinberg.

Tuesday, August 9th was perhaps the most challenging day of all. It started with a sense of optimism as Vita and Clark resumed work on the canopy and dance floor, while I took care of painting the boat that would make an appearance in one of the lake scenes. As the day progressed, however, our camera crew began to experience all sorts of setbacks, including equipment malfunction and mishandled deliveries, prompting a last-minute road trip to Boston to retrieve the right piece of equipment that very same day. In spite of all the delays, our camera crew, lead by Director of Photography James Daniel, began filming that same night, but we had to stop shortly after, once the clock hit 3:00am. I won’t lie, the spirits were not high that night, but Kevin assured me that the first day of shooting is always like this (he later admitted to being slightly nervous about the whole situation, so kudos to him for not letting his nerves show!). On the other hand, I must admit that I was a little concerned about whether we were going to be able meet our deadline.

Actor Reed Luplau, 2nd Assistant Camera John Mofield (carrying the MoVi), 2nd Assistant Camera Zachary Mills, Director of Photography James Daniel & Assistant Director Marcus Shields.

Actor Reed Luplau, 2nd Assistant Camera, John Mofield (carrying the MoVi), 2nd Assistant Camera, Zachary Mills, Director of Photography James Daniel & Assistant Director Marcus Shields.

Wednesday, August 10th. Everyone wakes up eager to get started. I began the day with my accustomed swim across the lake followed by a canoe ride by whoever was willing to take me back to shore. (Thanks be to Clark, Sarah and Tyler for not leaving me stranded on the other side!) Once we had all had breakfast (prepared by our lovely hosts Ron and Raylene), we left for Parsonfield Seminary, a gorgeous 19th century building where we were going to shoot for most of the day. Our three actors, Reed Luplau, Cole Horibe and Catherine Curtin, took part on that shoot which, thank God, went smoothly, leaving everyone with a much-needed sense of accomplishment. After that shoot we were all pumped and ready to tackle perhaps the most challenging scene: the dance sequence, choreographed by the extraordinary Larry Keigwin. I had seen some of the rehearsals earlier that day, but nothing prepared me for the actual shooting, especially after I saw our two male actors dressed in their gorgeous tuxedos and our beautiful Cathy Curtin glowing in a nightgown designed by Paul Carey, our costume designer.

Actor Cole Horibe prior to shooting the dance sequence.

Actor Cole Horibe prior to shooting the dance sequence. Photo by Jill Steinberg.

That night, we all gathered around the glittering dance floor conceived by Vita & Clark, and assembled by an army of helpers including our PA’s Taylor Bradford & Nicholas Corder; members of the extended Newbury family, including Kevin’s sister, Sarah; our screenwriter David and his husband Danny; and myself. The expectation was mounting, especially since the camera crew made the decision to film that sequence in a single shot. How, you might think, would this be possible? Well, it’s all thanks to the MoVi, which is essentially a portable camera system attached to the body by a harness that allows the camera operator to move freely while stabilizing the shot electronically (unlike the steadicam which tries to achieve the same effect through mechanical means). The hero of the night: First Assistant Camera Zachary Mills, who essentially had to dance along with our actors countless times and during several hours until we got the perfect shot, which we undoubtedly did. Of course it helped that our actors, Reed and Cole, are also accomplished professional dancers, so it was incredible to see how consistent their movements were on every single take. This allowed James and Zachary to choreograph his movements along theirs in what turned out to be a dance of three, even though the camera only shows two dancers. It was a taxing and excruciatingly difficult shot, but in the end we got exactly what we wanted. As everyone prepared to go to bed, our tireless Matthew Principe drove Reed to the airport to catch a flight the next morning so he could arrive to NY in time for his Thursday audition. It was all worth it in the end, because the next day we all learned that Reed got the part. Congrats, Reed!

Actor Cathy Curtin during a gorgeous shot at the lake.

Actor Cathy Curtin during a gorgeous shot at the lake. Photo by Jill Steinberg.

How different was the mood on Thursday morning compared to the day before! Wednesday had been a day of accomplishments and we were now sure to be on the right track. Thursday was, for me, one of the most physically demanding days in memory, but also one of the most fun. Our departments are so small that we constantly had people from other departments volunteering to help. This was the case especially that day, when Paul and Herin Kaputkin, our assistant costume designer, joined myself, David, Danny, Taylor and Nick in helping Vita and Clark build another complex set, this time inside the hallway of Parsonfield Seminary. As if torn from the pages of Narnia, Vita had conceived a forest inside the hallway of the seminary. As you can imagine, this was no easy feat, and it involved lots of wallpaper (pre-designed by Clark), wooden panels, small trees, branches, leaves, dirt, nails, staples and all sorts of heavy-duty tools. Thankfully we had some air conditioning to assuage the heat, which that day lingered between high eighties and low nineties. Even so, the task of building the forest was a sweaty undertaking, which demanded all the hands available to help. We were not able to finish that day, so Clark and Vita had to return the next morning to complete this daunting task by themselves. Once back in camp we immediately began to prepare the set for that evening’s main shoot: Cathy on top of a bed, in a tiny floating island surrounded by floating lamps anchored to the bottom of the lake. It was surreal, but as everything Vita conceives, it was strikingly beautiful and poetic. It gave me great joy to help build this tiny marvel, but its shooting was not without its difficulties.

Zach and the underwater camera.

Zach and the underwater camera.

The plan was to get one shot from the shore with the camera mounted on a horizontal railing and another group of shots from a drone operated by our second assistant camera operator, the sharp, charismatic and always cheerful John Mofield. We did indeed get the shots we wanted, albeit not exactly as we had initially planned. First, our shots from the shore were not turning out as striking was we had first thought, and second, the floating lanterns proved immensely difficult to handle, even though they all had weights attached to them so they could get anchored to the bottom of the lake. Many of us spent hours inside the water trying to control the trajectory of the lanterns, but the wind made that impossible, so in the end they disappeared in the background. Also, our drone had experienced some technical difficulties that day, so instead of being operated by two people, as is the case usually, it had to be operated by a single person, John, who had to control the focus and the flight trajectory of the drone by himself. Kevin was slightly discouraged with the results and so was I, but a few days later, when we had the chance to look at the footage on a larger screen, we realized that it had turned out many times better that we had thought.

Look! There's a forest at the end of the hallway!

Look! There’s a forest at the end of the hallway!

Friday, August 12th: our fourth and second-to-last day of shooting. Vita and Clark head to the seminary to complete their dreamy hallway forest while the rest of us remain in the camp to witness and assist in the shooting of two important scenes. We begin with Reed entering a path of the forest, strangely furnished with beds from the hospice in progressive states of decay, when he suddenly sees Cathy and Cole walking up a hill. This sequence was also shot with the MoVi –a brilliant tool for shooting on uneven terrain- this time operated by John, while Zach took care of pulling the focus. (Oh, by the way, you can imagine how happy I got when Zach let me hold the MoVi the day before, even if only for a few seconds. I felt like a kid with a toy… a very expensive one!) Anyway, back to the forest. Once we wrapped up that scene we went back to the lake in what would be another full evening spent in my swimming trunks. This was one of the most exciting moments because we finally got to use the underwater camera. Reed had only one chance to get it right because once he dipped into the lake and got wet, there was no going back. The drone was back in business, this time fully functional, and we got all the shots we wanted right before the rain started to pour like crazy. The only glitch we had that day was due to a slight miscalculation of mine. You see, I had the mission to go out to the lake to locate and mark the spot where we were first going to shoot, so I got into a canoe with our Gaffer, Robert Newman and our Grip, Omar Nasr. Unfortunately, as I jumped off the canoe, I brought Robbie and Omar –camera in hand- down to the water with me (sorry guys!). Aside from that, everything else went smoothly… oops!

The Genie, holding some potent lights to create the impression that we are shooting during the day.

The Genie, holding some potent lights to create the impression that we are shooting during the day.

Saturday August 13th was our last day of shooting; we were on schedule, but this day ended up being as busy as any other day of shooting. We spent it at the Seminary shooting the remaining scenes, especially those where the hallway turned forest took center stage. I learned a lot about the technical aspects of shooting a film, and I kept hearing the camera guys drooling all over our master primes, which seem to be the pinnacle of camera lens craftsmanship, and which have only been around for the past ten years or so, making shots that were impossible, possible. (The same can be said of the MoVi, which has entered the market only recently.) Our actors were called to the set and magic ensued. Each take looked like a beautiful painting, with carefully calculated contrast and lighting. I was mesmerized. The most emotional moment, however, came when Cathy came to shoot the very last scene (the one I mentioned right at the beginning). Emotions poured and… you know the rest of the story. I have to give it up to our Hair and Make-Up Designer, Anne Ford-Coates, for creating some of the most heart breaking looks I’ve ever seen. One could simply not take one’s eyes away from Cathy. It was brilliant. We then all wrapped up our stuff, cleaned the set in record time and went back to the camp to celebrate with a celebratory meal followed by drinks, hugs, and tears of joy, exhaustion and excitement. We had accomplished what we had come to do.

Time to pack! John, stop playing around with the drone ;-)

Time to pack! John, stop playing around with the drone 😉

The next morning I had to dive to the bottom of the lake to retrieve the chain than had anchored the dock and which we had had to let go a couple of nights before for our lake shots. (Thanks, Clark, for your help and for being ready to perform CPR on me if needed!). Next, we went on to tear down the canopy and dance floor, took a shower, packed our stuff, and got ready to say our good-byes. Personally, this was one of the longest and shortest weeks ever. It’s strange but it all felt like a single, incredibly long day. There is so much to take in, of course, but I must say that I’ll cherish the friendships we built in the course of that week. Everybody gave their absolute best to make this project a success. I want to give special thanks to Ron and Raylene for being such wonderful hosts and to everyone else for creating a fantastic work atmosphere devoid of egos and full of hard-working, down-to-earth people. We all did more than was asked from us and I am absolutely positive that this will reflect in the final product. Our film has now entered post-production, so we should be able to have a rough cut within the next few weeks. James and Kevin are now hard at work and we just can’t wait to share it with the world! Stay tuned.

 

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Epiphany: a sonic vision

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One of our gorgeous film locations

Eight years ago, at the start of my second year at UC Berkeley, I was talking to a good friend of mine in the lobby of the International House about my desire to break the barriers that hinder contemporary classical music from reaching a wide audience. As we exchanged ideas, we realized that if we really wanted to lure new listeners to this kind of music, we had to get out of our figurative lawns and go knock on their doors. In other words, we had to get out of our comfort zone and go meet those listeners in a territory that was familiar to them but unfamiliar to us. This is how I came about the idea of creating a music video, a well-known genre in pop music, but one that has remained virtually unexplored in the classical music world. That conversation with my good friend Adrian (who became my best man last year), planted a seed that continued to grow inside me, but it was not until earlier this year that it finally fell on fertile soil. This is the journey of Epiphany: A Sonic Vision.

Director Kevin Newbury

Director Kevin Newbury

I have said many times that working on Bel Canto has been one of the greatest blessings of my life; especially because of all the people I have met during its five-year gestation period. Back in 2008, there was no way I could have made this video a reality, chiefly because I hadn’t yet met most of the key people who are making this project come true. It was through Bel Canto that I met Kevin Newbury, a brilliant director who, in addition to working in opera and musical theater, has also directed two successful short films: Monsura is Waiting and Stag. His love and respect for music makes him one of the few directors out there who truly knows how to appreciate and harness the power of music. He was the missing link between my world of sound and the world of visuals, of which I understand so little. Like in every project, there is a more earthly aspect to it; we needed to raise funds and we needed to do it quickly. During the years leading to the premiere of Bel Canto I had the privilege of meeting a group of generous Chicago-based donors who are known for professing a life-long unconditional love for the arts. It is they, our “Epiphany Angels” as we call them, who made it possible for us to bring this project from concept to reality. Some of them prefer to remain anonymous, but the names of those who don’t will be revealed at the appropriate time. Last but not least, I could have not done this without the help of my dear husband, Heleno, who in addition to being a music-lover is also a savvy businessman. Heleno galvanized our donors and went to incredible lengths to make sure all the pieces fell into place. He is now President and CEO of Epiphany Foundation for the Arts Inc., a non-profit organization that is now lawfully established in the state of California and which we hope will continue to live and sponsor future artistic endeavors. I am sure you can now fully understand why this complex undertaking couldn’t have been brought to fruition eight years ago. Now, however, we are ready, so much so that we will start shooting the video just a few days from now in New Hampshire.

Film location #2

Parsonfield Seminary

Before we go there let me tell you what is the concept behind all this. Young people, “millennials” in particular, are rarely seen in concert halls and opera houses. This is something that concerns, not only music creators like myself, but also performers and leaders of arts organizations. We have all been trying to come up with a solution for years now but ticket sales keep dwindling, attendance keeps shrinking, and important arts organizations in the U.S. like the Minnesota Orchestra, Philadelphia Orchestra, Atlanta Symphony, and New York City Opera have faced innumerable challenges in recent years, not to mention several organizations overseas. By now most of us have just resigned ourselves to the fact that this is a sign of the times and that the trend is simply irreversible. Not so fast. The 20th century has been a century of innovation, and we welcomed a new genre in the arts: moving pictures. This new technology, which is now over a hundred years old, became the great entertainment for the masses, a position that only opera had achieved prior to the former’s invention. The 20th century was also a visual century par excellence, so confronting people with abstract music sometimes makes them feel a little disoriented, especially because of the lack of context. Of course there is context in opera, but it is mostly sung in languages other than English, and even when it’s sung in one’s mother tongue, it is not always easy to make out what the singers are saying, hence the now ubiquitous use of surtitles. Unlike opera, where music leads the action, the script is what drives the story forward in movies, while the music takes a back seat supporting the visuals. Next time you go to a movie theater think of this: when people are given context, they are more likely to embrace a wide variety of musical styles. Say you watch a fantasy film or a horror film. If you pay close attention to their soundtracks, you will find many adventurous sounds and harmonies; sounds that those same spectators wouldn’t be as attracted to were they to listen to them played by an orchestra in a concert hall totally deprived of the visuals. That is why when those same moviegoers buy the soundtrack of a film, they are brought back -in their imaginations- to the movie theater, because by then they have associated those sounds to specific images from the film. This is the reasoning process that led me to understand that we might still have a chance to attract new and fresh audiences to classical music, in particular music that is being written now, if we provide them with a visual context. This is one of the reasons why I believe in this project.

Scriptwriter David Johnston

Playwright, librettist and screenwriter David Johnston

What we are going to create is a hybrid between a music video and a short film (7 minutes), where music, dance and theater come together to convey a fantastic story. It is too early to reveal the plot, but our brilliant screenwriter, David Johnston, has come up with a story that combines love, death, and hope -all universal and archetypical concepts- and blends them into a truly touching and unexpected story involving three main characters. Not a single word will be uttered, instead, it will all be told through visuals and music. The soundtrack: the fifth movement of Epiphany, concertino for piano, brass, strings, and percussion performed by pianist Javier Arrebola and the kohoBeat Orchestra with Leo McFall conducting a live recording at Helsinki’s Temppeliaukio Church.  Completing our main crew are production designer Vita Tzykun, cinematographer James Daniel, costume designer Paul Carey, choreographer Larry Keigwin, and producer Matthew Principe. Our brilliant cast: Reed Luplau, Cole Horibe and Orange is the New Black’s Catherine Curtin. The shooting will take place in Maine and New Hampshire during August 7-14 in several outdoors and indoors locations, including the haunting Parsonfield Seminary whose architecture shows a heavy Victorian influence and which is comprised of three floors, each with its own strong personality. It is beautiful and haunting, almost like a film-ready set!

Film location #3

Parsonfield Seminary

I have never been involved in a project of this kind, and for this reason I am particularly excited about it. The whole Epiphany team has been preparing for this moment since the beginning of the year, so it feels a bit surreal to have finally arrived at this point. We have had several work meetings, not only in person (New York and Cincinnati) but also via phone, Skype, Google Hangouts, and Facetime… and we continue to be in touch constantly via email. The video will enter post-production this coming fall and we should have a rough cut ready by the beginning of next year. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves; I promise to give you an account of our project as it evolves and progresses. All I can say for now is that I feel incredibly blessed and thankful to everyone who is making this possible. It truly feels like a dream come true. And now… let’s get to work!

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