Passing boats and benches, pigeons and pedestrians on the San Diego bay.
The hawk living in my backyard.
Jerk stole all the apricots I needed to bake a cobbler.
Assemble the Troops!
Sketch for the performer's costume, based on the moodboards below.
Designing costumes isn't new for me.
It's something I've been doing in the margins of my school notebooks
since the days of pre-Algebra and world history.
Only now, I don't have to hide it.
Today in the costume shop:
sorting through hundreds of mens' suits
in every wool and tweed!
Two lines reverberate through my mind:
"All the world's a stage
And all the men and women merely players."
Gone for a hike.
Best way to start the morning:
and a case of oil pastels.
Nothing like a hike
To cure the drudgery of driving from LA to San Diego.
Spring flowers amid the chaos of LA.
with a camera
and a German cousin.
Next stop: Los Angeles.
Dose of childhood on Easter morning!
Done? Not sure yet.
Oil pastels in progress.
Note my wicked-cool wanderer's notebook on the right.
Need one too?
surreptitiously transcribing the words of those around you
and dissecting the mole on your professor's face in stanzas of three lines.