Another week of January art offerings. Enjoy!
For those that have never played piano: While growing up, I remember teaching myself to play the nearly hundred year old piano that sat in the dining room. The piano was often out of tune as it was. Making it sound worse would be when my sister or I would hit “a clunker” while we were playing. A clunker was when you deffinately played the wrong key in the middle of a song that sounded like an angry cat in heat. Yep. I bet you get the picture now.
I made this collage on an emotional day. I’d learned the tides had turned, and my dearest friend’s cancer was winning the battle against him. I’m thankful he’s a fighter. I really don’t like the page. It’s just what came out at the time.