i remember the first time i heard tabula rasa. i can still see the room, nikos and my sister, i see me with eyes closed, transported in the little house on a little island in the aegean in the winter of omniscient wind.

tabula rasa conveys something timeless. there comes a point after six or seven minutes, when you think, "how long can this last?",  because apparently so little changes, but when you've crossed this boundary in time it can also become eternity. gidon kremer

because you simply allow yourself to merge with this silence. tabula rasa was at the start of this long journey into the world of tintinnabuli, as arvo called it, the world of little bells.