Ole died. So Lena went to the local paper to put a notice in the obituaries. The gentleman at the counter, after offering his condolences, asked Lena what she would like to say about Ole.
Lena replied, “You yust put ‘Ole died’.”
The gentleman, somewhat perplexed, said, “That’s it? Just ‘Ole died?’ Surely, there must be something more you’d like to say about Ole. If it’s money you’re concerned about, the first five words are free. We must say something more.”
So Lena pondered for a few minutes and finally said, “O.K. You put ‘Ole died. Boat for sale.’ “
Along with canals, boats, royal palaces, bikes and bakeries, on my trip to Copenhagen last month I came across some local graffiti. These two colorful murals made me smile…
Art with a touch of humor…what’s not to love?
Last week as I counted through the nerve-wracking mixed meters of Bernstein’s ballet Fancy Free (in a performance for which I had only one rehearsal), I noticed a black button-like object on the floor of the pit in front of my music stand. The object vaguely irritated me. If my chair had not been on a podium, I probably would have taken perverse pleasure in kicking it away. Much to my surprise, that night when I arrived home and set down my coat, purse and viola case, I discovered a sharp screw tip sticking out of the bottom of the case. In a flash I put two and two together. The black “button” I’d seen wasn’t a button at all; it was one of the screw-covering bumpers from the bottom of my case!
Despairing of ever seeing that bumper again, I rigged up a quick fix with a bit of eraser and duct tape to cover the protruding screw. I figured this was better than scratching our parquet floors – or worse, impaling someone accidentally on the subway.
Today when I returned to rehearse in the pit I made a beeline to check the floor near my chair. Voila! The black bumper was in exactly the same spot. (Thank God cleaning the pit isn’t high on the priority list at the David H. Koch Theater…) Being reunited with my bumper made me feel something akin to glee. Which got me thinking…
If a screw cover makes me this happy, does this mean I have a screw loose?
Maybe. But I figure if little things still make me happy, I’ll be better off in the long run. Remember…
“You don’t stop laughing when you grow old, you grow old when you stop laughing.”
(George Bernard Shaw)
This past week I was caught up in a whirlwind of work – this time music related. Six performances (4 different programs), 2 rehearsals, and 3 students later, I’m ready to see the work week end! But before I curl up on the couch with my husband, a movie, and some chewy candy, I’m posting the newly outlined (and fleshed out) version of the sketch I posted on Monday. The next step will be the coloring…a step I’ve really come to look forward to ever since I got my new Copic Sketch markers.
I’m still mulling over the greeting. But perhaps that will work itself out after I’ve had a little more sleep! Stay tuned…
“Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.”
(Hans Christian Andersen)
In honor of May Day, I’m celebrating with a pictorial post devoted to orchids. I took these photos recently at the New York Botanical Garden’s Enid Haupt Conservatory. The orchid show may be over now, but you can always come back and visit the blooms here!
One of my personal goals, and, in fact, a big part of the “raison-d’etre” for this blog, is to continue to challenge myself to grow as both an artist and a human being. Even though I have perfectionist tendencies, I’ve learned along the way that the process of learning is far more enriching than just being “there.” I also feel that sharing what you create is the best way to see not only your accomplishments, but where you need to grow and evolve. That said, the process of creating art is a deeply personal one, and as such has to be nurtured with infinite care and compassion.
Lately, as I’ve been working at my Josephine illustrations, I’ve been focusing more on the entire composition, as well as aiming for more dynamic movement overall. In this “naked” sketch (PG, of course), Josephine is teetering on one heel, about to lose grasp of her balloons.
(At least she still has all her marbles!)
I’ll need to settle on the clothes and colors for this illustration, as well as refine the overall composition over the next few days. But that’s the fun part! I hope you’ll stop back soon to see the finished result…