While sorting through piles of sketches I found this one on illustration board.
I doubt I will every add paint to this sketch. It has become smudgy and is destined for the waste basket, yet I hesitate. When I look at it, I am transported back to the evening of the rehearsal, dancers stretched their limbs behind the grand piano while singers warmed up their vocal chords and the accompanist loosened his fingers. It is a captured moment in time. Not all scribbles work well as time machines. For me, this one does. I don’t think it’s strong as a drawing, only as a visual transporter. For that reason alone I’ve kept it until the next round of sorting through the pile.