Works
Salvatore Sciarrino
Autoritratto nella notte (1982)
for Orchestra
Length: 15:00
Editor: Ricordi
1� Performance: Lugano - RSI - 03/1983
Things come to life, in the night. Our mind fills the spaces, makes the darkness less dull and even the lowest noise becomes a ghost.
Now, we feel the body like it belonged to somebody else - the heart. A breath. That same silence turned into a rumble and presses on our ears, to reveal thread-like buzzing of the blood, then drifting memory's echoes, sound bubbles breaking into shivers. In the night, every night, we are certain and uncertain of shadows: our ancient pagan soul - INQUIETUM. And the objects all around, in their unchanging decay. And invisible things, time - can you touch time?
I once saw myself like that: a shape dimmed by a long illness, almost inside a darkness cone. I wrote a work, the umpteenth, where the absence should have revealed as alive, and as the shape had been taken away, the space it was intended to emptied. An imperfect presence of self.
(Salvatore Sciarrino)