Goliath donned the largest of his burgundy coats and stepped out onto the farmhouse porch to look up at the sky. He noted that it was a mottled slate and umber. An unusual day. His pale hand, rising up from a giant pocket, smoothed back angular hair, but his expression remained crumpled. Goliath hesitated, then trudged down the rickety steps toward the crop fields.
There, he saw that the wheat had turned turquoise, likely because it was Monday. Sometimes on Wednesdays it became the pale pink of a cherry blossom. He saw that the wheelbarrow stood empty still, at its strange up and down angle. Just as they had left it there last year. "Zelda" whispered Goliath.
She came floating from the wheat, her skin blue, her gown buttoned to the collar, a conservative ankle length navy. A pink belt, from which hung a curious key, that unlocked some unknown thing, wrapped around her waist. And in her pallid blue hand rested a bright silver flute. The mottled sky mirrored on its curvature. Goliath smiled. She did not always appear.
With Zelda poised magically atop the up and down wheelbarrow, Goliath pushed it through the wheat crops. Note after crystal note spun from her flute, penetrating the earth and sky while turning the wheat to bright yellow gold. Goliath smiled, enchanted, upon Zelda. He would have yet one more year.
“The Flute Player”
Tempra on board
12” x 14” @ $820 (framed)
http://www.artpostgallery.com/musical.php
Flute music by Carl Philipp Emanuel Bach
Hamburger Sonate in G Major Wq.133
Allegretto
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