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Sep 27, 2025
Patrik returns to Argentina and Buenos Aires for the third time to give a solo recital and a masterclass at UNA | Universidad Nacional de las Artes on the 24-25th of October 2025.
Patrik returns to Argentina and Buenos Aires for the third time to give a solo recital and a masterclass at UNA | Universidad Nacional de las Artes on the 24-25th of October 2025. The concert is a part of Bienal de Arquitectura's Bienal entre Bienales and organized in collaboration with Finnish Embassy of Buenos Aires. The works in Patrik's concert program are by Fernando Sor, Manuel Ponce, Miguel Llobet and the program ends with the Argentinian premiere of Mikko Heiniö's Sonata for guitar.

The next day after the concert Patrik gave a masterclass in Buenos Aires at the UNA | Universidad Nacional de las Artes.



Lorenzo Shakespier, one of the directors of the Bienal de Arquitectura, gave a particularly fine description of the concert in his Instagram post:
"On Friday, as part of the Bienal entre Bienales and in conjunction with the Finnish Embassy and the Damus (the Department of Musical and Sound Arts) of the National University of the Arts, Patrik Kleemola's every phrase took center stage, modulated and unhurried. With Nordic warmth, his almost liturgical performance was intensely austere. Every silence in the packed room felt purposeful, every note breathed, every pause engaged us.
Between sound and silence, Patrik seeks much more than precision. It's easy to see him as a surgeon, precise and focused. But for a hypnotic moment in our senseless, dizzying Buenos Aires, everything was a single body of sound.
In each piece (Fernando Sor, Manuel Ponce, Catalan folk songs, a sonata by Mikko Heiniö), the technical aspect quickly ceased to be a skill and became a vehicle for a presence.
With each pause, he managed to hold the audience's breath. And so, we all stopped looking at the performer, and the UNA auditorium became a space of communion: he, the guitar, the stage, and the audience.
Perhaps the most haunting moment was when, in the final piece, he held his hand on the strings for a few seconds longer, as if allowing the last note to die in its own time, or perhaps symbolically asking us to sustain that vital silence as if it were breath itself. A dense, almost supernatural stillness took over the audience, as if the music refused to disappear, and for a breath, it was the silent echo of what we had just heard.
Flawless execution is a captivating mirage, but Kleemola's promise is built when, on stage, in front of you, his technique is the surprising vehicle of beautiful ideas."
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