Funny story about this painting. I painted this during a Jazz performance at the Exchange Place in Waterbury, Connecticut, USA.
I had just finished painting Mr. Armstrong's black suit and was getting ready to wrap things up. My palette now had one large circle of black paint in the center of it. Suddenly a gust of wind came up and blew my palette to the ground facing up. The painting blew off from the easle and landed face down on the palette. I was certain that the painting was ruined. When I picked it up there was a black circle placed perfectly between the two of them. That circle became the microphone.
brush, acrylic paint, wind