30x36 gallery wrapped canvas. Mixed media (oil, wood, cloth, faux leather, and cork).
Leaning in to the music is more than a matter of pleasure. It is a giving up of one’s control and inhibitions to the form. The experience is communal. The audience is necessary and paramount. The call and response—whether in voice or motion—drives the energy. It is more than a concert; more than a song to snap your fingers to. This is spiritual—deep and abiding. The soul will continue to be stirred long after the performance is over. Though the sounds and smells may fade with time; the feeling of that moment—as if the music was directed at you specifically—will not. This is real music. Black. Vulnerable. Beautiful. Ugly. Unapologetic. This is my blues. And yours.
