Artist’s Statement - 

 

Black Piano Blues

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The poet’s words transported me to grade school age, to memories long buried. My mother who painted signs or my father who sold sheet music probably traded a local piano teacher for my lessons. The piano teacher wanted me to see my hands as butterflies. I preferred a walk in the fields beyond our house. I didn’t practice enough. I remained the only member of the family without a personal relationship with an instrument. So, I picked up a paint brush and filled its thirsty bristles with color!   

     Melisse Carr