There was magic in the air last night. The moon was full and the man in shades at the toll booth was born to play the saxophone.
Perhaps it was the full moon lunar eclipse, perhaps it was that I was so happy to be back at the Tuesday night Blues Jam after missing two weeks due to travel and surgery. Maybe it was because the musicians are so damn good. Maybe it’s because I absolutely love to paint to live music. The dip pen danced across the paper. The brush dipped into a bit of peacock blue and teased the ink and the other colors as it traveled along the boundaries of lines and strokes.