Throughout weeks of laying low after surgery to mend a broken femur, I have nestled close to 1 of 2 speakers which stream the finest music of the Western World from my I-Phone to my ear.
Among my favorites are Brahms’ incredibly stirring Hungarian Dances. I have all 21 of them on my phone and pad, performed by the Berliner Symphoniker—and they make me want to fling myself around the room in wild abandon*, gimpy leg notwithstanding.
But in lieu of flinging, I have been painting—between earfuls of Brahms’ haunting Gypsy style refrains. And the resulting art? Well it has been wisely said that music is never neutral. It pervades our psyche and helps to make us whom we are!
In my case, a Boho soul. I have named the above renderings my “Boho Trees” series. If you think the trees are strange, just blame Brahms. Or better yet, stream his Hungarian Dances and get with the flow!
Margaret L Been — December 11th, 2018
*Flinging myself about a room in wild abandon is what I did regularly, as a young child. My mother was a classical pianist. She played the Hungarian Dances, and many other selections which motivated me to bounce from couch to chair, whirl in circles till I was dizzy, and then fall on the floor. So maybe you can view the art and blame Mom! MB
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