Tell us about a time you used your creativity. This could be something you made, a project that you led, an idea that you came up with, or pretty much anything else. (*) (200-250 words)
There is something instinctively thrilling about experimenting with music. Whenever practice becomes too dull, I can turn to my own mind and enjoy music the way it was meant to be enjoyed. When I improvise, I stop imagining what my teacher would say about my mistakes. I stop wondering whether my interpretation of a piece is too outlandish. I stop worrying about the texture of my crescendos, the timing of my rubatos, or the accuracy of my dotted eighth notes.
I stop thinking, and simply do.
From the first hesitant note springs another. I coax the music out at first, but soon I am completely immersed in its flow. A progression of chords forms the bedrock of my improvisation, while a clear melody forms its voice. When I become more daring, the tempo increases and new harmonies lead me towards the unknown. As rich chords combine with frenzied melody, the drizzle becomes a torrential downpour. The room thunders and the piano shakes, but I hardly notice. I continue to improvise, pouring all my energy into the piano, losing track of time. It seems like an hour before my music starts to mellow out, coming to a natural conclusion. The storm is over. I finish the improvisation the way I started it, with a final, delicate note.
There is something instinctively thrilling about experimenting with music. Whenever practice becomes too dull, I can turn to my own mind and enjoy music the way it was meant to be enjoyed. When I improvise, I stop imagining what my teacher would say about my mistakes. I stop wondering whether my interpretation of a piece is too outlandish. I stop worrying about the texture of my crescendos, the timing of my rubatos, or the accuracy of my dotted eighth notes.
I stop thinking, and simply do.
From the first hesitant note springs another. I coax the music out at first, but soon I am completely immersed in its flow. A progression of chords forms the bedrock of my improvisation, while a clear melody forms its voice. When I become more daring, the tempo increases and new harmonies lead me towards the unknown. As rich chords combine with frenzied melody, the drizzle becomes a torrential downpour. The room thunders and the piano shakes, but I hardly notice. I continue to improvise, pouring all my energy into the piano, losing track of time. It seems like an hour before my music starts to mellow out, coming to a natural conclusion. The storm is over. I finish the improvisation the way I started it, with a final, delicate note.
