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17 March 2013 @ 08:31 am
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.


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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?

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