Say What?

"It's kind of amateur, but I think that's Okay!"
 --Overheard at a Bad show, seen recently. 

Yes indeed 'amateur', I think this show was written by the same creative genius who adapted the Pinocchio I performed in summer camp at age 7.  Did I think it was 'Okay'? ... let's just say I will have to go through life not knowing the conclusion of this masterwork.  I will just have to imagine they ended with a gripping rendition of the song I recall singing in an inflatable swimming hoop...

...By the sea, by the sea, looking out to sea

I see sea, you see sea, sea is what we see...

Patchwork Puppy Blues

I'm lying in bed tonight with a bit of a stomach ache, a little bit of a headache and a bit more of a heartache.  A loss.  A ridiculous longing for a stuffed animal that went missing nearly two years ago.  Every time I get sick I look for it.  I keep thinking I must have missed a random corner here... perhaps I left it in Idyllwild... but every search is for naught.  I look every time I visit and so far no traces have been found.  I have no idea of what could have happened to my old comfort, it's not like it ever went out to the theatre or out clubbing to be forgotten in some dark corner or picked up by some shady character just hoping to sell a stuffed dog on ebay...

Oh dear old puppy, I had you when I was ever so small.  I had you whenever I was ill, I even had my mother fly you from California to my hospital bed in Ohio when I was scary-sick in college... You had the perfect place for my head on your cool back, and I could wrap my right arm around your head to rub your ear between my thumbs... such comfort and now, alas, whenever I am sick all I can think of is how you've vanished into the ether... now I am sick, and sad.   It's odd to feel so lonely for lack of an inanimate object.

Puppy come home! 

Bahnhof der Kunst

I walked into a building in San Francisco today that made me think about this art gallery Alex and I visited in Berlin... It was tall and filled with odd noises... the building in SF is a ferry building turned into a chocolate factory and has a sparseness coupled with a randomness of objects that took me across the globe in a flash...

I recall finding parts of this museum that was once a train station and wondering if we had accidentally left the museum portion of the building. After a few minutes wandering in dimly lit hallway you turn a corner and find something strange hung on the wall with a plaque and suddenly you find that you're ok...

In retrospect I really like the sense of bewilderment that this building gives you, it is an experience in itself, like wandering the woods and finding discarded treasure.

Sadly we were not allowed to wander through the chocolate factory.  I'm sure the oompa loompas would not have approved such activity.

Brevity/sketchy

Tonight I managed to reserve time to go and draw!  There's a fun live model "anti-art" school thing that happens all over the country called "Dr.Sketchy's" and models are usually burlesque (costumed) models... perfect for me.  They call in all different body types and costumes... plus it is all very low key and no pressure.

This was the first time I've ever drawn from a live model (or at least one who knew they were my model) so I was pretty psyched to be able to do it.  I got through arts high school And earned a BFA in costume design without ever having a life drawing class... it's a rather sad gap in my education.

Brevity/recovery

Post Tech (a rather rushed tech full of 12-16hour days) I am left with a disaster of a shop, a car and a house... I am left with that burnt feeling and still work keeps coming, life barely slows down.  Spending the whole weekend cleaning, purging, organizing... bowing out of a canoe trip in order to try and get my feet under me before the next push gets intense.