December 11, 2016

His Master's Voice

This is what I've distilled from a tired pencil sketch from this summer, when I travelled a fearful lot with my half-portable piano. Sometimes I felt like some kind of pianola, churning out music without much soul left in it...

I've been gentle, only adding a few shadows and highlights and colour values to the scanned sheet, which came in various sad hues of grey.

-- I think it is playing old and scratchy Jazz, but you decide.

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