During my formal art education days, I was introduced to jazz through a teacher and a fellow student. The music that drifted through the Senior Studios had been unfamiliar to me. I was already a lover of many forms of music, so when listening to jazz, I could pick up snippets of familiar rhythms and melodies along with combinations of sounds that weren’t familiar. I began to take notice-there was a lot of improvisation, the musical artists weren’t constrained to a plan from start to finish and they could go where the music took them. And that’s how it is with my paintings, a mark, a color, like a note or rhythm sets things in motion. You may not know where you are going, but you will get there.
“Jazzy” commemorates this trumpet player – a man alone with his music – and how fortunate we are in Indianapolis to have a great jazz tradition and a vibrant jazz scene today, highlighted by this week’s Indy Jazz Fest.