my beginnings

I can still vividly recall the first time I fell in love. My living room TV happened to be broadcasting a performance by the LA Philharmonic and my five-year-old self glanced over, knowing little about music despite my limited knowledge as a novel pianist. Nonetheless, time stood still for a moment. I became hypnotized by the solo violinist standing centerstage and was instantly enamored by the decadence of her tone, blending seamlessly into a bed of orchestral harmony. Even through the barriers of a television screen, this performance changed the entire trajectory of my life. This was the moment I fell in love with classical music, and unbeknownst to my five-year-old self, this was the exact moment my true calling as an artist citizen emerged.

Me at age 5 with my 1/8 violin. :)