Artist’s Corner – Kevin Baldwin: Ameriques

Graphic Realizations are a way for me to create a visual of the listening experience of a musical work. It is a visceral response to what I hear; utilizing my musical training as a composer and performer informs the process, structures, shapes, lines, and so on. How does the form of a musical gesture relate to the curvature of a line or shape? How does the rhythm of a phrase create a sense of movement, repetition, or articulation? By listening to a musical work, without any preplanned notation of what the visuals may look like the creation of a Graphic Realization results from an impulsive and unpredictable performance.

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Artist’s Corner – Kevin Baldwin: Composition No. 5

In visual art, there is most often a directness of communication to the audience. The painter creates a work, and the audience views the work. By contrast, the composer writes the score, and the audience hears that interpretation. Because the focus is on creating sound, the physical work that I, the composer, create is viewed as a tool to produce art. but I always wondered, why can't the score be the work? Why can't the intricate and detailed notations be appreciated for their visual properties? Why can't the score be notated purely for notation's sake? As a composer, a saxophonist, and a visual artist, my love and distain for the score acts as the catalyst to my Composition series.

Artist’s Corner: Kevin Baldwin

on notation, miniature The score of a musical work is fascinating. As a composer, I spend hundreds of hours alone with a score to...

The Color of Pomegranates

It was the brightest time of my life. The temperature was always 72 degrees, the sun was always out, the sunglasses were always on, the commute to the ocean was one and a half songs. Everything around was yellow and blue, white and green, modern and not very sophisticated. As you might have guessed, I lived in California. Back in 2016 I lived in San Diego, hated it with all my existence: freshly arrived immigrant with lost self-identification and deep creative crisis, that's what I was at the moment Aunt Caroline entered my misery and without asking permission claimed herself as my Californian fairytale godmother. Maybe because she liked me at once, maybe because she was lonely too, or maybe because I had a Persian name.

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