What were we drawing on as we improvised in and out of synch on those piano tracks ? All the better to hear our momentary lapses and collisions ? The poem is about collaborating with invisible pianist Lindy Karpestra and what were we thinking and dreaming.
draw on
and the invisible pianist
doodling repeat loops
faces in a riff
colliding with ourselves
meeting sky and smiles
on the meadow
draw on the top lip
unevenly shaped
in two twin slopes
of asymmetrical heights
https://lindykarpestra.bandcamp.com/album/the-karpestra-dairies
In the meantime, my garden shed has been painted a lovely forget me not blue, which is perfect for showing my my new blue paintings.
Virginia Aurora Scott 