Oil on canvas – 7,87 x 7,87 inch – Unique work

It was my birthday. I was … I don’t remember, oops! What I remembered from this day is a small, precious, eternal box. A Music Box.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, a German composer of the 18th century. An early death, at the age of 35 and nearly 900 listed listed works. Some would say that he was a virtuoso who played the piano and the violin as easily. He has left for humanity concertos, symphonies, sonatas. Others would put him among the greatest masters of opera.

When I listen to Mozart, I hear joy, lightness, life. A perfect control of each instrument, each passage and a new discovery every time I hear it, delight me. His father, himself a musician, discovered his son’s exceptional gifts very early, his perfect ear and eidetic memory. He became his one and only teacher.

He traveled, he studied, against all odds. An artist’s life for a genius like Mozart is never easy. He knew how to influence his successors Beethoven, Schubert and even his great friend Haydn.

When I listen to Mozart, I dive into a creative frenzy. I fight against my untimely thoughts attracted by crazy adventures. Thrillers with a chase at the end of the novel to catch the murderer before it’s too late, saving his next victim in extremis but …. Impossible love stories? Oh no, not these stories because in real life it always ends badly, generally speaking! Why not, comedies. A comedy can be fun. A real one. One that makes you cry with laughter, one that would brighten up our lives. Yes right there, I’m up for it!

When I listen to Mozart, my Music Box …