This week's assignment was to incorporate a mythical creature into our sketch. But I'd spent some time in eying 'Bolt', which is now in the basement corridor between the two buildings, and decided instead to dedicate the morning to trying to capture it. I accepted that it was liable to defeat me, but I think that I actually succeeded.
I walked to Powell's for an author's talk. The seats were mostly full already by the time I got there, and I plopped myself on a bench on the side, where I had a good view, and started sketching one of the other people waiting. And an employee came out with a cart and set up another row of chairs.
But the talk ended up being a dud, because there had been protests at the author's talks in other cities. And so he didn't talk. He sat down at a table to sign books. And did offer to answer questions, but only one-on-one. So half the people got up and stood in line at the table (including the woman that I was sketching) while the other half got up and walked out. And the man came back and started putting the chairs away.
This Girl Laughs, This Girl Cries, This Girl Does Nothing
A fairy tale for all ages. Three sisters and the people they meet, along with a constantly shifting staff of narrators. (And the obligatory evil stepmother, who doesn't get to speak even her own dialog.)
The girls are pushed out of the nest and set out on their own to see the world, returning all grown up and mature.
The director(?) and some of the cast sat down after the show to talk about the play. It gives minimal stage directions and doesn't pin down who is saying any particular line of narration. They tried divvying it up many different ways during rehearsal before setting it in stone.
￼A bunch of people showed up at Andrea's and piled their no-longer-wanted art supplies on a table in the hall, and then chatted over coffee and waffles. About half of us stayed there, settling down in the warm to sketch each other and Andrea's house plants, while the rest of us ranged up and down Mississippi.
I walked out with Paul, a tall young man who had just started sketching, and we soon found Glenn, who had found a spot sheltered from the wind and rain. So we all sketched the nursery across the street.
Then back to Andrea's house for sharing our sketchbooks and selecting from the art supplies that Andrea had organized in our absence. I didn't really need anything (one of the advantages of switching to digital sketching) but, after everyone else had picked through the piles, I found a couple of mechanical pencils and some lead that should combine well with my mismatched pencil and lead at home. And a few pouches, that should work to organize something.