Scribbles: Car Rides + Dad

In middle school, my Dad and I used to listen to classics at 5 am in the morning while he sipped his coffee and drove me to solo and ensemble lessons. I didn’t realize I became an artist at heart. Not from the music, but from the car rides. I learned to appreciate sounds, especially for the classics. Although sight-reading was always difficult for me, I learned about fluidity.

Car rides have always held a special place in my library as a form of therapy.


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