I see a musician sitting by his piano, his head leaning on his arm, leaning onto his piano. He has a blank expression on his face, bored of being photographed, wondering how much longer he has to sit there.
I smell the strong scent of the white paint on the walls, along with freshly printed paper with new music on it.
I hear the light, melodic sound of the keys being pressed down to create a song inside his head as he thinks of new things to play.
I taste the frustration of the pianist, waiting for the picture to be taken so that he can go back to playing his grand piano.
I see an old man with a white, coarse beard. He wears big glasses and a frown. He seems as if he is thinking about somebody whom he misses, who perhaps was important to him.
I smell the strong scent of cuban cigars, with light smoke wafting into the air.
I hear the click of the camera as the photo is taken, his sighs as he poses and looks into the lens of the camera.
I taste the hard memories that flash through his eyes. Perhaps ones of pain and tough times. I taste the bitter. salty tears, and the sweet laughs from his past.
3) To show my great photographer, I would probably get a bunch of his pictures, and get a song that would match their moods and emotions. I would create a slide show of the pictures with some captions here and there at the edges. With all the technology now, I think making a slide show and posting it to youtube would probably be the best way to share Arnold Newman's photography.


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