....When Szpilman tells him he was a pianist, he leads him to a room where there is a piano and tells him to play something. It’s been a while, and he hesitates, but then begins. The delicate, melancholy sound moves the soldier as he sits down as if at a concert. The tempo then quickens, as if transfusing Szpilman’s soul, bringing him back to life... Technique: charcoal and pastels on paper sixe: 2994x3648