The Oddessy COntinues

Now that my new studio is set up, I'm back to my usual school year routine of gazing longingly at an empty easel and wishing I had time to paint. Thank goodness for March Break, otherwise this painting would still be rattling around in my head. 

For some reason I can't seem to shake the whole music-art theme I've been working with for the past year. This is the longest that an idea has ever pestered me, but it continues to produce some pretty interesting paintings so I suppose I'm just along for the ride... 

...all of this to say: I wasn't entirely surprised when, as I was listening to The Pack A.D. song Deer while driving to ballet class, I had an idea for another painting. A couple of days later I produced this: 

Oddly, I had a pretty clear image in mind when I started to paint. The result, however, was the complete opposite which was very frustrating. I stared at this painting for the longest time wondering where it had come from before I realized what happened... 

In December I had the opportunity to see The Pack A.D. open for another band. Since they weren't the headliners their set was short, but apparently seeing their music live continues to have an impression on my subconscious. As is evidenced by the two photos below, without any intention of doing so, three months later I have painted the concert.

I find this fascinating and vaguely unsettling at the same time; my brain dragged up imagery from months prior and it unintentionally came out in my art. I suppose it goes to show that an artist can never tell what is going to influence them, or for how long. 

Perhaps this concert stands out in my mind because my husband and I managed to overcome our extremely introverted natures and actually say hello to the band after the show... 

I remember virtually nothing of what I said  (I know I didn't manage much and I'm sure what I did say was embarrassingly inarticulate) and I most certainly didn't mention all of these paintings because... how am I to approach that? I have the feeling that 'I can't stop painting your music' is the artistic equivalent of 'I'm in the bushes outside your house.' 

For the record, Becky Black (far left) and Maya Miller (far right) seem like lovely people; both very kind and gracious. Apparently they're recording new music right now and the way things are going with me, I know that more music means more paintings.