This pastel painting was done very much as a something to do while waiting on something else I was doing drying. I do not very often have two paintings on the go at one time. Being a male I find multitasking something I am totally hopeless at. But this particular day I was listening to some jazz as I painted. I had been looking at pictures of jazz bands and jazz players so my head was full of images. I was transported to my youth. Those wild days; of music, dancing and above all colours, Kaftans and jeans and Cuban heels. I do not remember what I was painting that day but I stuck a piece of pastel board on my second easel and tried to capture a dream. The painting spoke volumes to me but not to anybody else it is still kicking about in my bundle of discards.
I stuck it on here because my daughter and I have a love of both books and music.
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