We finally got a pretty model at studio yesterday, and my clumsy drawing makes her look plain. But it was fun to gaze at her for a few hours.
Colleen, who runs the Saturday studio, had a reception in the afternoon before a ballet show by Dance Alive, a national touring company she'd associated with. Gay made a fruit salad for the reception, and it was a good gathering, I guess thirty people distributed around her large place.
The ballet was very beautiful, Rite of Spring, celebrating the premiere of the Stravinski 100 years ago, and also Wagner's 200th b-day, with Tristan and Isolde. The third piece, the opener, was Latin American Symphonette, Morton Gould's "Symphony #4."
The stage lighting brought out the women's muscularity, pink and white raking across the stage sideways. The men, too, I guess, but even objectively I think the men were more often props than players.
A fine evening, a good couple of hours wining and dining and conversation, and then another couple of hours of beautiful music and dance.
Now I return to the steamy planet Venus and the joys of plotting. Sigh. To paraphrase Somerset Maugham, why do they need a story? Isn't my fine writing enough?
Joe
Colleen, who runs the Saturday studio, had a reception in the afternoon before a ballet show by Dance Alive, a national touring company she'd associated with. Gay made a fruit salad for the reception, and it was a good gathering, I guess thirty people distributed around her large place.
The ballet was very beautiful, Rite of Spring, celebrating the premiere of the Stravinski 100 years ago, and also Wagner's 200th b-day, with Tristan and Isolde. The third piece, the opener, was Latin American Symphonette, Morton Gould's "Symphony #4."
The stage lighting brought out the women's muscularity, pink and white raking across the stage sideways. The men, too, I guess, but even objectively I think the men were more often props than players.
A fine evening, a good couple of hours wining and dining and conversation, and then another couple of hours of beautiful music and dance.
Now I return to the steamy planet Venus and the joys of plotting. Sigh. To paraphrase Somerset Maugham, why do they need a story? Isn't my fine writing enough?
Joe
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