From yesterday, the man tries to remove
all walls between himself, freedom &
wisdom in order to arrive to his
originality. He always tried to militate
against obsolescence & lag. He always
tried to appreciate the thought & pull
off against evil.
Based on this philosophy, he made innovation & despite
of all proscriptions, he invited others. He putted love,
beauty & freedom in his works & without any suffer from
earthy reverses he created such notes that shine like
stars. But always cowards said: "He has nothing!"
Mozart back lashed earthy life & he opened some other
doors to divine innovation.
Paganini made wonder all his contemporaneous with his
genius and made himself immortal in music. He changed
all earthy rules that seemed saint & made them infamous.
Because we know that every where we find a real man,
without any doubt there is a crucifix that climb its
Joljota. It doesn?t mean an especial nation, because of
course all good men who are inheritors the nature of
God, are a unique nation & have a unique goal.
Said Rustamov never said a word but he shows us a grain
that he seeded science before that even now is growing.
He moved his soul & lighted the flame of freedom in it.
When we think we find that the meaning is the same;
although sometimes the processes of growth aren?t equal
but the view is one.
Morris Ravel, the master of orchestration & the best
pianist in his time, was very patient & strike & he
thought like Debussy but their ways were different.
Rigoudon & menuet from baroque age showed the
preoccupation toward freedom & dance in the Couperin?s
tomb but we, all know that this kind of preoccupation
just goes to some who are mortified.
When man loves, there is no story. Tchaikovsky thought
by this way, too. He always preferred the music & he
presented such an eternal ballad that is not only
national or international but also personal &
passionate; full of movement & flexibility, just like a
ballet. The sense of hunger, poverty, misery, non-stop
going to infinity & searching the originality suffer the
human being but there is a moral ego in this way, as
Johan Pachellbel in his heavenly song never presents something anymore. His works present purity & dignity.
Miniature is like a glory tableau of creature that has
different kind of hot & cold colors. All who thinks
ascent has to climb from hillside to top. They have to
let themselves such an exploration in their souls that
leads them toward freedom. Canon, one of the
Pachellbel?s works, owns this nature. The conflict to
feel the freedom is interminable because all anti-hero
are active! So, hero is alone with imagination that
makes a prison for him. Real hero can dominate like Keroglu who sings the song of freedom. Leeches hold the
wall airy imagination & enemy waits our downfall, but
Keroglu has fought for freedom & Mendelssohn sings the
song of spring; fine like the water in the river &
adorable like the song of birds.
And Medhet Ahmadov showed his story of salvation by
another way; those years of difficulties & that morning
that sun rose.
And Tomas Albinoni composed three difficult movements in
his symphony that is like a concerto, as well.
And the imaginary story of Lermontov in Masquerade that
was the main motivation for Khachaturian to compose a
glorious suite as a
waltz is a clear image of the hero?s
disturbance. It means, for such a soul who doesn?t
suffer from a real love, isolation will be a mortal. The
language of Prokofiev in his works in all great & modern
repertories reduces the distance between music & human
senses. He fights with hidden difficulties & earn enjoy
of discovery. He promenades in his imagination & his
thought as well as Qarayev.
Artist has a responsibility. He walks on a way that can
attract the future. He goes because going, by self,
means freedom, means serendipity.
And Nikos Kazantzakis whispers always in my ears: "Raise
the sail, embrace your faith & go toward future." And
now I repeat it for you who are beside of me & my
You & me, we are children of fire, we are children of
thunder; we shine when we want, we boom when we want
and in the school of Miniature we take our lovely favor
to the wind of evening while the smell of flowers keep
alive the motivation of life; just like fire in wind;
wind of Tabriz!