The sentence “Le blanc souci de notre toile” corresponds to the last verse in the sonet Salut from Mallarmé. This sentence is here taken as a metaphore in the sense it can symbolise the dramatic moment when the creator (composer, poet) is in front of a white paper he must fill. In spite multiple relations between the poem and the music, there is never a programatic compromise.
This work reflects some aspects of my musical concerns: a maximum of austerity, the absence of everything that can distract the listener from the tipical sound of the instrument, the intromission of silence as a structural element, as a generator of spaces: a "real" space, in the sense that there is a time allowded to the interaction between the room and the sounds, and a "virtual" space as this extreme rarefaction allows a place for the own listener's imagination.
Le blanc souci de notre toile is dedicated to Ana, my wife, who's companionship has revealed more and more irreplaceable, to Manuel Dias da Fonseca, who has made strong efforts to the existence of this work, and to the performers, for their difficult mission: to turn single written pages in sounds that touch us.
António de Sousa Dias