Apparently this happened when I was a toddler. Then my sisters ran to my mom because they thought I’d eaten the roach, and my mom laughed in their faces and said, “That’s just a black crayon!”
School’s out for a couple of weeks, and I’m home in Austin, visiting my family (my nephew!! ❤ ), prepping for my first sprint triathlon, eating barbeque, working on violins, and getting up in the middle of every night to smash our resident roaches.
My schedule has gotten rather packed and I’m not 100% certain that I can keep posting twice a week. So enjoy this filler post where I outsource my drawing task to my ~4-year-old piano students at the Old Town School.
I give kids five minutes of interpretive crayon-ing while I play a piece by a different composer each week. Sometimes the kids have pretty bizarre interpretations, like once a kid thought my Fur Elise sounded like Grandpa Dancing. Perhaps it’s a comment on my clunky playing. But this time, I played Prelude from Suite Bergamasque by Debussy, and one girl exclaimed, “I hear butterflies!” And Margaret produced yet another appropriately Impressionist masterpiece:
So that all makes me feel a little better about my playing.