At the piano, I dissolve into sound;
Tux at my feet—still, faithful—keeping watch over every note.
“Improvisation begins in stillness.”
Where stillness begins to speak.
Improvisation in motion.
A parallel studio—
where silence meets circuitry and ideas take shape in light. Here, Approaching Hyperion was realized, distilled through an electronic lens.
In solitude at the keys,
the music emerges unmediated—an inward dialogue given form through touch.
Where the sound begins
Sound taking shape from stillness.
Signal path/recording
In the act of unfolding.
The listening space
Where water meets sky,
the path narrows and clears—an edge of quiet we return to, again and again.
Sound, forming in quiet.
A solitary hemlock at the heart of my woodland—
years of music carried in its quiet presence, a place where sound and solitude have long been one.
A quiet vigil in stone—
innocence held in stillness, memory rooted in the earth. In winter’s starkness it stands alone, but with spring, flowers will gather where love remains. Approaching Hyperion echoes here—an offering in sound for a life remembered.
Before the first sound.
“Where structure yields to instinct.”
A field of beginnings—
bare branches poised between seasons, the landscape holding its breath before renewal.
Listening, inward.
A thoughtful gift
from a former student,
whose daughter
I now teach —
a quiet reminder of music’s connections across generations.
Ode
Abstract Boogie
Abstract Waltz
Parallax Field
Parallax Field (clip)
Toward Illumination
Toward Illumination (clip)
Invention
Origin (clip)
Origin
The Unfolding Field (clip)
The Unfolding Field
A Short Meditative Improvisation
