Back in 2nd grade, I used to take piano lessons every week. I was getting pretty decent at it, too, earning a gold medal at a piano recital at Montessori. Calling myself the modern-day Beethoven would be presumptuous, but I was able to play “Go Tell it At the Mountain” and “Jesus Loves the Little Children”.

Of course, as we all age and enter adulthood, we start to think about money. We start to think about retirement. We start to think about adult stuff, in other words. And, as a result, we sometimes replace the hobbies we used to enjoy as little kids with full-time work.

And full-time work.

And more full-time work.

Now, of course I’ll come back to the piano at some point. I haven’t touched it for a good 18 years, but the piano is always there, never missing me… waiting for me to play it everyday like it used to

And, that’s why I aptly called this painting, Play!.