The Strat Print

In a dimly lit pawn shop, amongst relics of forgotten dreams, sat a vintage buttercream Fender Stratocaster. Its finish, once a proud display of creamy yellow, was now a mosaic of sun-bleached patches and the faintest whiff of smoke clinging to its edges. The worn pickguard bore the scars of countless picks, each nick a testament to the music it had helped create. One sultry summer evening, a seasoned bluesman named Henry walked in. His fingers, gnarled and calloused from years of playing, traced the worn frets. He strummed a single chord, and the room filled with a deep, resonant sound, as if the guitar itself held memories waiting to be coaxed out. Henry recognized that sound – it was the voice of his youth, the sound of countless late-night jams. This Strat wasn't just a guitar; it was a time capsule. As Henry played, the shop faded away. He was back in a dimly lit club, the air thick with anticipation, the rhythm section laying down a hypnotic groove. He closed his eyes and let his fingers fly, the buttercream Strat responding with a soulful cry. It sang of heartbreak and resilience, of smoky back alleys and the flickering neon glow of a city that never sleeps. The buttercream Strat, a silent witness to a bygone era, found a new purpose. It became a bridge between generations, its worn frets whispering tales of the blues to wide-eyed youngsters. In Henry's hands, it wasn't just a vintage instrument; it was a living testament to the enduring power of music. Title : "The Strat" Date of realisation : March 2021 Size : 21x13.6cm (8.27" x 5.12") Support : Paper 150g/m2 Mixed media technics : Watercolor, Ink and pencils