I was at a stop light talking to my brother on the East Coast on the car phone, when I heard music. At first I thought it was some telephonic cross talk. That didn’t make sense, so I asked Dave if he heard it (he did), and was it something on his end of the phone (it wasn’t). As I crossed the intersection, I saw a man on the median divider with a sign in one hand and a trumpet in the other. He was busking.
I had ideas about how to portray the man in the middle of the street. I began with a crude trumpet bell shape sprinkled with notes. I surrounded the narrow end of the horn with the open mouth of a man singing. The painting did not come close to my internal musings. Even though the result depicts visual nonsense, I like the way it looks.