One day at kindergarten, on the balcony, I saw my father at the back of a truck, with a few of his colleagues, sitting around a big black thing. I got home that evening and touched the white and black keys for the first time. I was five. Perhaps that was the end of my childhood... Tears, fears, cheers... these were but interruptions between sets of fifteen, of Hanon, Czerny, Clementi, Bach, Mozart...
Then I left China and that piano, almost ironically brand-named "happiness". But not before long, I started to miss it, as if through hardship, it had really become part of me.
My mother bought me a digital piano as reward for my reasonable set of GCSE results. It was close to a real piano and could be taken apart and shoved in the back of a small car. I took it to university, and have lived with it ever since. I composed many pieces using it, symphonic and chamber, mostly played nowhere other than in my head, and hence none can be uploaded here other than fragments of scores for visual musing.
I have uploaded some of my playing, mostly improvised, for I am now too lazy to learn other people's scores.