Music

«Wonderful and amazingly played music.»

— G. Schamp, “De Belgische Luitacademie”

«An instrumental mastery of absolute importance, which is punctually matched by a coherent and never “over the top” interpretative vision. [...] A record that really deserves to be listened to.»

— G. Odero, “Il Fronimo”

«A dreamy, poetic and meditative album.»

— M. Riboni, “Amadeus”

«Simone Pansolin gives these sonatas a wonderful, twinkling quality which makes them jewel-like.»

— B. Winkler, “SWR”

«Pansolin plays masterfully. […] I feel Zamboni would be pleased.»

— C. J. Arbuthnott, “The Lute Society”

«Every movement is a wonderful musical landscape. Pansolin executes them beautifully with his artistic sensibility taking us back to elegant yet intense bygone sounds.»

— L. Tozzi, “Musica”

«What truly had us enamoured with this album were its brilliant depth, the clarity in its execution and the subtlety in the ornaments. It makes for a measured, refined and tasteful listen, all traits that can be attributed to its musical gallantry.»

— C. Rodriguez Campos, “Hispanica Lyra, Sociedad de la Vihuela”

«Pansolin’s elegant embellishments, resolved with precision and imagination, and the timbral differentiation, employed to achieve structural clarity, are certainly noteworthy. […] Pansolin is able to make the best choices (agogic, timbral, phraseological) in any context he find himself working.»

— G. Odero, “Il Fronimo”

Poetry

«An inextinguishable source of gems which are rare in their originality.»

— P. Martino, “La Clessidra”

 

«Compositions too beautiful, of terrible truth, to make you shiver.»

— F. Russo, "Culture and Perspectives"

 

«A new voice, outside the canons, a voice that makes you think, that caresses the imagination, that materializes the essence of man in the universe.»

— M. Carocci, "Oubliettemagazine"

«Pixels lends itself comfortably to the recent landscape changes of the haiku poetry form.»

— D. Bisutti, “Elettrivista”

 

«Pixels is a collection of precious poetic gemstones that come together as if encrusted on a royal jewel one after the other and page after page.»

— A. Sacco, “Poesia del Nostro Tempo”