[Feldman’s For Bunita Marcus] requires an almost insane degree of concentration. This pianist has it in spades. It also requires — for us to see it through, — an enormous strength of conviction. She has some to resell. One doesn’t talk about interpretation anymore: we enter the realm of musical re-creation. Brigitte Poulin carves this score with an almost disconcerting ease. The goal of objectivity is reached and she brought us — I don’t quite know how — into a universe of lucid, meditative contemplation. It was such a rare experience of quiet intensity that its echoes still fill our ears with their whispers, like the play of light on closed eyelids. That kind of art one never gets enough of, since it provides us with so much peace. That’s the gift that an artist such as this can provide — for whom everything moves and stands still all at once.
Translated from French.
