Whenever I take my glasses off (usually they fall off), I panic. For one split moment, the grass becomes green fuzz, the sun, an overflowing cup of honey. There’s nothing ugly or aggressive about nature blurred. But I don’t know where I am. I can’t recognise friends. At any moment I could trip. That’s how I felt with Hanui’s playing – beauty glimmered all around me, but nothing was defined. I was helpless in a blur of colour. The transformation Hanui underwent brought clarity, and with it, a more intricate, true beauty. The pristine architecture of Bach finally rose up to its aching glory.

Music student, Amanda Burr, on the performance of a fellow student from The Art of Possibility, by Rosamund Stone Zander and Benjamin Zander.

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