I know this is pretty lame, but tis’ the season for days that get away from me. I had this sketch on my desk from a dream I had a few nights ago. The morning after the dream all the images were so vivid, I thought I might be able to do a full painting of it, but over time the details have faded.

All I remember now, aside from the amazing red upholstered seating, is that it was just me and a grand piano on that stage. There were no people in the theater, but I knew they were coming, and I had nothing to perform, no reason to even be there. I wasn’t nervous, just unsure of how to proceed.

Anyone want to analyze for me?