Glaube; or, faith. It’s a word as weighted as the way that her hands hover over the keys so poised and doubtful and dauntlessly hopeful.
UV’s searching compositions move honestly and timidly and beautifully wildly and with what feels like no plan apart from following the hearts is her hands.
She is journeying. She pauses to take long breaths of air. Her fingers fall then again and she lets them and I believe in this falling as an at once senseless and sensual gesture. This is gestural piano playing and expressive in a way I understand. I can hear the hands thinking. I can hear the heart wanting.
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