My ipod recently broke. I had that ipod the last four years. It was a bright green nano. Although it was merely a device used to listen to the music I owned, I got used to seeing it in it's port, or in my messenger bag at school, or tucked in my bra if I was working out. I try not to be excessively materialistic, because it is the music I love, not my ipod. But it still made me sad when it broke. I now have a purple nano. That's why the girl has a purple star on her green shirt.
Music means so much to me. I was born into a music reliant family. The radio is always on in the car, and at home, there isn't a musicless moment in our house. Someone always has their ipod in, or a CD, or pandora, or my sister and I would be playing our grand piano. I get inspiration from music. I love the way music sounds but lyrics also mean a lot to me. (I don't listen to the crap "get money, get bitches, yolo") It is, in fact, harder for me to draw or get any work done without music playing. To me, it is simply another part of my life. So just like I silently thank and appreciate the musicians, I appreciate the fact in this day and age we have devices so that we can always be listening to music. I am glad that I had my ipod to get me through passing periods at school, or lonely nights in my bedroom.
Music, quite simply, feeds my soul.
Drawn with assorted markers and colored pencils.