When A Young Artist Is Ready, One

When Facing Symphonic Orchestras Which Have Played Some Works Five Thousands Times, You Have Nothing To Do.

The High Note Is Not The Only Thing.

The Atmosphere Of The Theater Is My Oxygen.

I Then Realized That I Could Never Be Satisfied Again With The Mere Natural Charm Of My Voice, That I Had To Constantly Paint When Singing, Melting All The Colors, Expressing Reds And Blacks That Had To Be Less Primary But Bursting With Subtly Colored Combinations.

With My Personal Preparation At The Piano, I Can Afford To Hum At Half Voice.