| I was born in December 1976
in Kharkov, which back then was a city where everyone spoke Russian,
but today my birthplace does not appear on the map of Russia. The
coincidence of my birth in this “myth” town has left me
with a debt of explanation to non-Russians that I am not Ukrainian.
It is mythological to me because anyone connecting me to this place
has left it, including my parents, family and all of their acquaintances,
dispersing to different corners of both this world and the next one.
Now Kharkov appears in my consciousness somewhere between Chagall’s
Vitebsk and the Tamara Gardens in the Nabokov novel. I used to go
there almost solely for vacations. I lived in Moscow till I was 18.
Music as a performing creative art on the piano did not begin for
me with Mozart, Beethoven or Chopin, but with Rameau, whose “Tambourin”
I played for my very first concert as a four year old (to this day
I particularly adore old French Music) and it also began with J.S.Bach.
In 1986, I played his F minor Concerto for Keyboard with String
Orchestra, the first in a long queue of works that were waiting
for me to be publicly performed with the world’s orchestras
of all calibres and gauges. A landmark in my childhood was listening
to the F-minor Fantasy by Schubert. Soon, however, while I was growing
up, Schumann had a greater impact on me than Schubert. I only started
to perform Schubert at 19, after I had lived in London for a year
in almost complete solitude. Since then, in many respects, my life
is subordinate to the humble grandeur of Schubert’s message.
By then, in England, I realized that my diction was a poetic one,
but its intonation was not so much lyrical as it was, Virgil-like,
remote. (In my opinion, diction is a fast way to identify us performers,
faster than by colour palette and all the rest of it, and turns
ordinary reproduction into most powerful artistic interpretation.)
In spite of, or because of the fact that fate has granted me encounters
with a lot of eminent Musicians - teachers, conductors, singers,
instrumentalists in person or in records - I have always been on
a search for my own plasticity as well as my
own tools of expression. More than any other composer,
except some contemporary ones, Bach leads me on these highly exhausting
but simultaneously rejoicing quests. Even though I don’t feel
particularly content with my Bach playing, for some reason my Bach
recordings of the ‘90s received some lofty international critical
reviews, as well as a Grammy Nomination and the
“Nachwuchskuenstler des Jahres”(Best Young Artist of
the Year) Prize from the Hamburg Recordings Commission "Echo
Grammophone"– I received this encouragement
for my debut CD, and up till now, have released fourteen more albums,
including four double ones, not counting “pirated» records,
and those I share with other artists.
While giving concerts in Europe and Far East Asia, Israel, US,
Canada, Brazil, New Zealand, I am trying to transmit to the listeners
a pantheistic perception of the earth’s nature with all its
hills, brooks, vineyards, fields and seas.
To a large extent I came to this outlook during the years 1997-2000,
when I lived with my family in a village on Lake Como.
This year, 2004, my Alma Mater (The London Royal Academy of Music)
honoured me by making me a Fellow, which followed my being made
an Associate two years earlier by The Committee of the Royal Musical
Institutions.
And now enough. At this point I would like to mirror such phenomenons
as medieval architectonics, frenzy and immobility of the Japanese
theatre, and also lyrical urbanity.
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