Hae Jin’s hair falls down and covers her face, but she doesn’t care. She continues playing with her eyes tightly shut as if to channel all of herself into her fingers. She is far away from this living room, from Sung Ja. She has gone to that place where only she, her piano and the music exist.
The above excerpt is from a novel I wrote. The mixed media piece was inspired by the character Hae Jin, a pianist, being observed here by her friend Sung Ja. I have been meaning to share this for some time now. I have had numerous interesting talks with some of you about this piece and thought you'd like to read the writing that inspired it. Plus, I have been feeling a lot like this lately, sitting in the middle of a desert by myself with only my voice to contend with... I imagine many of you have felt the same way at some point in your life.