It’s a picture I see a hundred times a day, and don’t think much about although it’s right at the entrance to my studio.
It’s a picture of me sitting at a piano. I’m about 18, around the time when I gave my first solo concert. It might have even been a ‘publicity shot’ for that concert.
I’m turned toward the camera, sitting at a beautiful old piano that was in the Dance Palace, the artist collective where I lived — and the photo was taken by Evvy Eisen (one of my favorite photographers).
In the picture, it looks like I’m turned waiting for someone to return.
And last week, when Carmen knocked on the picture, I got the feeling that I was finally at the door.
Where are you waiting for you? (READ MORE HERE)