I lift the guitar strap over my head, make sure the levels on the amp are down, and unplug. I’m done in the music studio for today.  I take that guitar and hang in on the wall where she belongs. Even though she’s lovely there on her perch I prefer her in my hands but we both need a rest.

Across the studio is a rack of coat hooks. Most have microphone cables hanging on them. But upon one hook hangs a green apron. That apron is old. Frayed a bit and stained in all the colors of years passed - the refuse, if you will, of the many thoughts and creations it has seen throughout its life.

It is now when I trade one studio for another, when I transition from musical artist to visual artist. In a contrasting motion from lifting the guitar strap over my head to temporarily put the music to rest, I lift the apron strap over my head - as if putting on a new uniform - to become the artist. Two different uniforms that alternate orbits around my head.  As if physical metaphors for their respective outpits  bouncing excitedly inside my head. Uncertain of what creations will result from this session, I pick up a paintbrush.
 

It’s time to go to the other studio.
 

I will be sharing the visual arts of Antoine Cerf with my friends...my fans...with all of you here on my blog. There’s a small sample below.  I’ll tell the story of the deer soon, stay tuned. Let’s get connected!