(Dixon Gallery and Gardens - Memphis, Tennessee - 2018)
As David listened to Thelonius Monk, he moaned in ecstasy as he pulled into a deserted parking lot while on the way to work. He needed to close his eyes and “see” Monk. He wanted to watch the sweat pour down the musician’s face as he slammed out the notes on his piano. David was a rare person in that he could “see” into the mind of a creative person, especially if he touched, read, or listened their work. He felt what they felt when they produced their works and even felt their loss when they had their failures. While some people called him an empath, others just deemed him insane. David tightened his grip on the steering wheel as he “watched” the jazz musician play for himself. The notes, the sounds, the despair. All of it. When the track finally faded into nothing, David slowly opened his eyes as the rush dissipated then continued his drive to work with a large grin on his face. In this perfect moment, David met Thelonius Monk and called him friend.