Kennedy School

We met in the Courtyard Restaurant.  I did one quick sketch on my phone while
waiting for my order,



and then wandered about the wings of the old school, looking for things to sketch.  A movie theater (in the former auditorium?), meeting rooms and hotel suites (in former classrooms), bars, an espresso stand, a gift shop, an outdoor heated pool.  There was a courtyard, but you had to go back through the restaurant to get to it.  And, for all the windows, the halls were remarkably dark.  I finally settled on a view across the courtyard to the windows of the restaurant (in the old cafeteria, maybe).




For the throw-down, we met in one of the bars.  Which hadn't opened until noon, which was good, as I could have spent hours sketching the ironwork in it.

Fertile Ground, Day #2

A reading of Grand Junction at Artists Rep at noon.

A full-length play that felt completed.  Abusive men, sibling rivalry and second chances all round.















Then, in the evening, a trek across the river to Milagro Theatre, for Bi-, an adaptation of Flatland.

Our seats were assigned, and I ended up front and center, with no way to sneak a sketch in during the show.  So I did one of a fellow audience member, as she checked her phone before the show began.

Fertile Ground, Day 1

True Love and Other Noncommunicable Diseases

A monologue, with video accompaniment (But remember, "Movies are fake.").  A memoir about love and movies and cancer.

I got in a couple of views of the monologist, and a couple of the audience members.  I would have liked to have worked on hands, but they kept moving.


The High Captain

A farce, about the crew of a wrecked oil tanker marooned on a desert island.  Their captain has drunk himself to death and is now nothing more than a skeleton, and the remaining crew is too busy getting high on gas fumes to deal with actually surviving.  Or getting rescued.  But they have managed to create a government.  Several layers of government, with the attendant committees, and forms, and holidays.  They have a national anthem, in which they all, including the skeleton, dance (and the skeleton provides percussion).  And they hold an election.  And elect, democratically, a despot.



Camellia blossoms

On a tree at the Chinese Garden

Play

This was a co-production of Corrib and NW Children's theaters.  They'd made a point of telling everyone that this wasn't just for children, and the audience seemed to have taken it to heart.  Because I only saw one single solitary child there, plumped down on the row of cushions in front of the seats.

The Fields, again

Deb organized an impromptu sketchcrawl to take advance of a sunny Saturday in January.  Except that it took a while for the sun to get high enough to light upon the ground.   While we were waiting for that, Vicky sat down to sketch some roses.  Roses!  In January!

And I sat down and sketched her sketching them.

When the sun arrived I wandered out into it, and sat down next to one of the giant hardware snails.   It was a provisional sun, strong enough to throw shadows and bring out highlights, but not strong enough to give me any warmth.

Finally, I backed off across the street and sketched the Fremont Bridge, and the last remaining Centennial Mills building.

Vespers

Lessons and Carols, with Rutter's Dancing Day.

Between the getting up for the prayers and hymns, and sitting down for the readings and carols, I snuck some sketching in.