Honestly, I don’t know what to tell you about this painting.
It’s odd. Even to me. And maybe that’s because it had no planning. I just started painting and allowed it to go in its own direction. Apparently I had the desert on my mind, because that’s where it ended up. And a cactus growing through a spent piano? No clue, y’all. No clue.
I suppose this little piece is just something I had to do to clear the cobwebs from my brain. It holds no great meaning for me or anything. I’d be lying if I said otherwise.
Then again, there is something about it that intrigues me. Maybe I want it to be real. Maybe I want to encounter that dilapidated piano during a desert sojourn. Somewhere deep within my psyche, I suppose I already have…