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A Masterwork for Julliard
“Of course I’ve heard of synesthesia,” the Dean of Music said to Laura as he escorted her to their seats in the auditorium. "I’ve seen each of the boys perform individually, and even in duets, but I’ve never seen them perform as a group of three before.”
Laura nodded. “Then you’re in for a treat. My son may not be a musician, but he brings out the best in those two and he captures the performance in color and pattern. They study the finished artworks afterward, working out how they were a little weak here, or how Leo was too overbearing at this point where David needed to be bolder instead.”
“And Tyler?” the Dean queried. “How does he fit into this, working with two musicians although he creates no music?”
“He sees the entire effect – the tones, sounds, harmonies, and rhythms, but he sees them as colors and line. He puts their sound into two dimensions, translating them into hardcopy for the masses to enjoy long after the sounds have died away. My son synthesizes their joint talents and brings them into the room for everyone to understand and enjoy. After they are done for the evening, I’ll be happy to bring you down to the stage. You can ask Tyler to explain his artwork. You’ll see the full concert, but this time in light, color, shape and hues instead of tone and rhythm. He paints exactly what he sees, and he sees what he hears.”
“Remarkable,” the Dean responded, and they settled back into their seats to enjoy the concert that was about to begin.
Laura sat watching with just as much focus as everyone else as Tyler stood on the stage, David on one side, Leandro on the other. Leandro held his viola, ready to begin playing. David sat down at the keyboard on the other side, and Tyler, her only child, stood next to an easel, his brushes and paints at the ready. “This never gets old,” she thought as, at a nod from Tyler, the three young men began to create magic.
Their style was vaguely classified as avant-garde, but that was because terms really didn’t describe their synthesis. The three friends created art for the soul – the eyes and ears - with their hands and their talents. It was a style of art that hadn’t been codified in this fashion before.
The viola began by playing a baroque tune – very structured and, after the keyboard joined in, the two instruments played with each other, dancing around the chords and rhythms. Tyler, answered their musical call, starting with a brilliant fire engine red – a color he deemed “neutral”, (although almost anyone else would think red was a harder color than that).
The musicians eased into a rhythm more reminiscent of a country 2-step. An impromptu hoedown ensued, with Tyler splashing yellow onto the canvas, seemingly at random. The audience began clapping along with the rhythm.
At a nod from the artist, the two musicians again shifted. The beat became more tribal, evoking the savannah of Africa or the desert dunes of the Sahara. Now the instruments were playing off each other. The beat was taken up by one when it was dropped by the other; melodies merged, separated, and then merged again. The painting located at center stage was starting to take shape, but it was still anyone’s guess what it would look like when the concert came to its’ end.
Suddenly a voice sounded. “David, Lee, I need ‘kapow’ – bright and brilliant. It’s too dark, so let’s lighten up.” The tones shifted once again, playful and chasing each other around the stage. Melodies bounced from one instrument to the other, rhythms changed regularly, and after a bit of “chase” between them all, they were ready to start wrapping up the event.
“Let’s start bringing this home,” Tyler shouted over the music as he splattered the canvas with purple, feathering the droplets into stormy skies and hints of a futuristic cityscape. The musicians smiled at him, shifted their key and a quieter tone rained down upon the listening ears and open paints.
They had played together hundreds of times by the time they reached college. Since they had first met in Elementary School, Tyler and David had created together – Tyler seeing the colors in the music David produced, David seeing the canvas dance under Tyler’s focus and interpretation. Of course, they worked on canvas now, but in those early days, they had gone through many, many paper pages on the classroom easel, and dry-erase markers and boards were also a necessity while they honed their abilities to communicate with each other by a glance, a single word, a line or a nod.
Lee was the newcomer having been with the other two for only five years. The moment Tyler and David had met him, they knew he was what they had been missing, although they hadn’t known they had been missing anything until then. Meeting Lee, they knew they had their third and final ensemble member.
Leandro was also gifted with synesthesia, although his application was different. Tyler saw the colors in the music, and David understood and saw how his music directly influenced Tyler’s artwork, but Leandro saw both of his friends creating actual physical lines and new dimensions that he saw clearly. He then used his own music to reach out, encompass, pull together, and meld the three young men into a single being, by using his own viola music as the binder between the three.
It shouldn’t have worked. There shouldn’t have been a way to influence one another or gain from each other in the ways the trio did. But when the two musicians had tried out for Julliard, they insisted that Tyler had to be with them. They had required him to be a part of anything they created. The Dean bent a lot of rules for the trio – admitting them to the school, allowing them to attend all classes together, and other things – like rooming together.
As he looked at the finished artwork after having listened to the melodies that allowed the image to be created, the Dean suddenly experienced a small amount of jealousy. The three boys had a closeness that he never would have or could have in his own life. Suddenly being human seemed just a bit smaller than being lucky enough to be human with a shared gift such as they had.
“Of course I’ve heard of synesthesia,” the Dean of Music said to Laura as he escorted her to their seats in the auditorium. "I’ve seen each of the boys perform individually, and even in duets, but I’ve never seen them perform as a group of three before.”
Laura nodded. “Then you’re in for a treat. My son may not be a musician, but he brings out the best in those two and he captures the performance in color and pattern. They study the finished artworks afterward, working out how they were a little weak here, or how Leo was too overbearing at this point where David needed to be bolder instead.”
“And Tyler?” the Dean queried. “How does he fit into this, working with two musicians although he creates no music?”
“He sees the entire effect – the tones, sounds, harmonies, and rhythms, but he sees them as colors and line. He puts their sound into two dimensions, translating them into hardcopy for the masses to enjoy long after the sounds have died away. My son synthesizes their joint talents and brings them into the room for everyone to understand and enjoy. After they are done for the evening, I’ll be happy to bring you down to the stage. You can ask Tyler to explain his artwork. You’ll see the full concert, but this time in light, color, shape and hues instead of tone and rhythm. He paints exactly what he sees, and he sees what he hears.”
“Remarkable,” the Dean responded, and they settled back into their seats to enjoy the concert that was about to begin.
Laura sat watching with just as much focus as everyone else as Tyler stood on the stage, David on one side, Leandro on the other. Leandro held his viola, ready to begin playing. David sat down at the keyboard on the other side, and Tyler, her only child, stood next to an easel, his brushes and paints at the ready. “This never gets old,” she thought as, at a nod from Tyler, the three young men began to create magic.
Their style was vaguely classified as avant-garde, but that was because terms really didn’t describe their synthesis. The three friends created art for the soul – the eyes and ears - with their hands and their talents. It was a style of art that hadn’t been codified in this fashion before.
The viola began by playing a baroque tune – very structured and, after the keyboard joined in, the two instruments played with each other, dancing around the chords and rhythms. Tyler, answered their musical call, starting with a brilliant fire engine red – a color he deemed “neutral”, (although almost anyone else would think red was a harder color than that).
The musicians eased into a rhythm more reminiscent of a country 2-step. An impromptu hoedown ensued, with Tyler splashing yellow onto the canvas, seemingly at random. The audience began clapping along with the rhythm.
At a nod from the artist, the two musicians again shifted. The beat became more tribal, evoking the savannah of Africa or the desert dunes of the Sahara. Now the instruments were playing off each other. The beat was taken up by one when it was dropped by the other; melodies merged, separated, and then merged again. The painting located at center stage was starting to take shape, but it was still anyone’s guess what it would look like when the concert came to its’ end.
Suddenly a voice sounded. “David, Lee, I need ‘kapow’ – bright and brilliant. It’s too dark, so let’s lighten up.” The tones shifted once again, playful and chasing each other around the stage. Melodies bounced from one instrument to the other, rhythms changed regularly, and after a bit of “chase” between them all, they were ready to start wrapping up the event.
“Let’s start bringing this home,” Tyler shouted over the music as he splattered the canvas with purple, feathering the droplets into stormy skies and hints of a futuristic cityscape. The musicians smiled at him, shifted their key and a quieter tone rained down upon the listening ears and open paints.
They had played together hundreds of times by the time they reached college. Since they had first met in Elementary School, Tyler and David had created together – Tyler seeing the colors in the music David produced, David seeing the canvas dance under Tyler’s focus and interpretation. Of course, they worked on canvas now, but in those early days, they had gone through many, many paper pages on the classroom easel, and dry-erase markers and boards were also a necessity while they honed their abilities to communicate with each other by a glance, a single word, a line or a nod.
Lee was the newcomer having been with the other two for only five years. The moment Tyler and David had met him, they knew he was what they had been missing, although they hadn’t known they had been missing anything until then. Meeting Lee, they knew they had their third and final ensemble member.
Leandro was also gifted with synesthesia, although his application was different. Tyler saw the colors in the music, and David understood and saw how his music directly influenced Tyler’s artwork, but Leandro saw both of his friends creating actual physical lines and new dimensions that he saw clearly. He then used his own music to reach out, encompass, pull together, and meld the three young men into a single being, by using his own viola music as the binder between the three.
It shouldn’t have worked. There shouldn’t have been a way to influence one another or gain from each other in the ways the trio did. But when the two musicians had tried out for Julliard, they insisted that Tyler had to be with them. They had required him to be a part of anything they created. The Dean bent a lot of rules for the trio – admitting them to the school, allowing them to attend all classes together, and other things – like rooming together.
As he looked at the finished artwork after having listened to the melodies that allowed the image to be created, the Dean suddenly experienced a small amount of jealousy. The three boys had a closeness that he never would have or could have in his own life. Suddenly being human seemed just a bit smaller than being lucky enough to be human with a shared gift such as they had.
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Oh my! Thank you for opening my world to something I hadn't known about before.
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Okay, another on. An impromptu how-down ensued Should that be hoedown?
Do you mean Tyler and David? The moment Tyler and Leandro had met him
This was great, as usual, and I hope you don't mind my comments. Good luck! *hugs*
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(I think the name of the school might be spelled "Juilliard", though? If it is intended to be that same school, that is?)
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Truth!
Learning about synaesthesia, read all the wonderful entries I feel so bland.
What a great interpretation of the prompt. Kudos! 👏👏👏
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Well done.
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