Pascal Mohy is built like his music. He has a slight nonchalance in his movements and attitude.
A certain Romanticism in his glance and a touch of irony in the smile. But what if all this was hiding something else?
The attitude, expression, smile and stance are like a thin skin that hides a wide range of unexpected sentiments.
When he plays piano, the guy reveals himself. By turning melancholic, joyful, restrained or explosive...
Pascal Mohy sketches out moods, draws ideas, colours feelings. His music gives substance to the soul.
He makes silence talk. He makes harmonies sing. He combines sensitivity and intelligence with grace and dexterity.
There is nothing demonstrative about him. Modesty before anything else. And depth above all.
Jacques Prouvost