During Michael Wollny’s solo-piano performance this evening at the Volkshaus in Basel, I could not see the piano keys from my seat, so mostly I closed my eyes and let his long, multifaceted pieces carry me away. At one point, though, I looked up and saw what looked like a spark under a spotlight; I realized it was an insect, but then it disappeared, leaving dust motes drifting in its place. Then I saw a blurred line of bluish light on the ceiling: a blue stage spotlight was reflecting from the piano keys, and I could see the shadows of Wollny’s hands moving back and forth across that strip of light. (Andrew Shields, #111words, 7 September 2021)
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