Just Jot it January, 2019: January 12
“Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “art.” Talk about something that’s hanging on your wall. Add a picture, if you’d like. If you have no art on your walls, talk about something in a museum. Have fun!” (https://lindaghill.com/2019/01/11/the-friday-reminder-for-socs-jusjojan-2019-daily-prompt-jan-12th/) Except, of course, NOT one-liner Wednesday for me because these Jots are not only my 500-words a day challenge, but also part of my Ultimate Blogging Challenge challenge (http://ultimateblogchallenge.com).
It’s also Stream of Consciousness Saturday, although with the JustJotJan, I believe every day has been Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Which is nice, because I can think of every day this week as a Saturday, even though the days didn’t feel like Saturdays, given that I was at work and work was, well, work.
Anyway, art. Something that’s hanging on your wall. Well, I can’t really talk about art on my wall until I talk about art from a different perspective.
I used to be a musician. Well, I am not sure you ever really stop being a musician, I just don’t play any more. When I say musician, I mean I actually made money as a professional bass player. Not the electric bass – I never did learn to play that. But the upright bass. The big violin. The bull fiddle. That’s the one! I started out as a piano player, as many people do, when I was around 5. Played piano for a long time – I made money doing that too, but playing the piano for other people, children, on recitals. Called me an accompanist! I also sang for a while. Sang solo in recitals, sang at weddings (guess that was a money maker too), and sang in choirs – our choir even sang in Carnegie Hall! Yes, THE Carnegie Hall. Interesting side note. What I remember about Carnegie Hall was how getting from the dressing rooms to the stage reminded me of a similar scene in This is Spinal Tap…you know the one…
Then I became a bass player. Started when I was 19. Played in the National Youth Orchestra for three summers, and even played once with the National Arts Centre Orchestra, when I lived in Ottawa, with Victor Borge. I also played jazz bass for years, and even played once with Red Skelton (as part of a local group of hired musicians). What I remember from that gig is the music director being amazed by the chick bass player.
Suffice it to say, I had a long life as a non-visual artist. But this prompt was about art that can be hung on walls. Which brings me to my life now. I no longer play the bass, haven’t since we moved out here, but I have started to use a camera. And in the past year, have started to put my photos on our wall (well, on the picture rail in the dining room…) I am including a few of those wall-worthy photos below. These were all taken last year, and I am hoping I am able to take many more wall-worthy photos to add after this year!