The symbolism of the pianola is one that I like very much -- I have used it before for the feeling of life as a tune played, ad nauseam, pointlessly and mechanically for its own sake.
As you see it is surrounded by dancers, dressed (or undressed?) in style. In rags --- perhaps they dance to Ragtime?
Up close, we see that the keys are meaty and sort of runny. Schlorp! And as for the top of the thing, I don't even know. Early precursors of the pianoforte, such as virginals etc. often had beautiful landscapes painted on the lid, and I might subconsciously have thought of that.
So, there we are. Year 2020 is ahead, come what may. Play another tune for us!
Yours Sincerely has begun showing some presence on Instagram (look here!) the proper place for sketches and lighter works. I never really liked putting half-baked stuff out here. So I never got around to making more images last November -- big deal, as Sweden lost a few blissful moments of December snow and is back to November again -- this is not natural. That's a big deal. To keep afloat in the rain and damp, I drew this (on top of photo evidence of how dreadful it all was/is):
It's not Fine Art. But it did have some interesting details, or so I thought.
On "Insta" you may find light stuff like this, works in progress and so on...
Dear readers -- Merry Xmas / Neutral Greetings! -- & A Happy New Year if I can't come up with something proper before that. This busy body is now planning a Christmas concert, new artworks and oodles of other things. Ciao!
