thinking i was hilarious, i started blaring clair de lune on a 10pm drive to dinner with my boyfriend. he humored the shock value for a moment before we both realized that playing the piano was the path that brought us to making art. piano playing is just like the peddles and warp strings that pick up certain notes to weave a tapestry. there’s something magical and, to me, structurally surprising about classical music that sounds just like how tapestries look to me.
