7th gr, 13 yrs, Piano
“Do you know the piano’s on my foot?” I asked my daughter. “Sorry” she said completely unawares of the pun door I had opened for her to step through. At 13 she had lots still to learn. You had to laugh though right? Pushing and pulling a piano from the jeep across the car park and then off road was no fun. OK it wasn’t a grand but then at precisely this moment neither was I. We stumbled and grumbled until she located the spot by a cleft in the hillside. “This will do nicely” she said, viewing the piano from a number of angles.
“Why couldn’t you just visualise this or use Photoshop or something.” I was moaning now. The piano was in place and it was I who was being adjusted. “It’s method drawing and anyway I find visualisation easier with something I have actually seen already” she said. I wasn’t sure if method drawing was a thing but the second point had a kind of validity that my sleep deprived brain could not fight. So I became the mannequin player and froze while she began to sketch as the morning sun rose into a pink sky.
seventh grade project
summer sunrise piano
i don’t even play
Day 27 of NaPoWriMo and Margaret offers us some drawings/paintings from a school exhibition to write about in the Garden, where I have been hanging with the Toads all this month.