I used to love Pinball. As a kid I would go over to the mall every weekend, but not for the same reason as all the other kids. Nope, I wouldn't meander aimlessly throughout, hopping from table to table in the food court. No, I went right into the arcade and played pinball all the time. Would spend the entire day there. Unfortunately, as much as I enjoyed playing, I never was a Pinball Wizard, which, in a way, I suppose is a good thing.
Nevertheless, I thought I would see about coming up with an abstractly layered piece to pay tribute to those long since past days. Funny thing, after doing this piece I happened to stop by that old arcade, still there after this many years-guess I wasn't the only kid to waste away their weekends in this way. But I sat their and played a few games of pinball, and I have to say, although I never was great at the game, this adult cannot hold a candle to that child. I just wasn't into it and believe me, the memories made me want to be, so badly too. But change happens, oh well. I really hope when I'm seventy I don't post that I used to enjoy reading, telling stories and trying to display my thoughts/ideas visually.