If you invent anything you never know where it will end. It could be anything from some all-consuming masterwork to nothing more than whistling a tune you don’t remember anyone whistling before. Images, texts, pieces of music percolate through culture and history in the most amazing ways. It must be one of the great joys of creativity.
Beethoven (and Tchaikovsky for that matter) could have had no idea:
Did Leonardo know what Marcel Duchamp surmised?
Could Shakespeare guess that the Montagues and Capulets would morph into the Jets and the Sharks?
Grant Wood could never have known his painting would “go viral”. And could his sister and dentist (yes, his dentist, apparently) have had any idea what they were letting themselves in for?
Thanks are due to the Poet in Residence for inspiring this post.