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Arts Oh My
September 29th, 2011 10:50 pmMy schedule is insane, and will remain so until October 8th, but in the odd moment here and there I've played with the sketch I posted here, and I cajoled a very tired Erik into posing for reference last night (hooray for pliable significant others), so...
( Be amazed by my anatomical disasters! Be bored by my stunningly slow progress! )
In other arts news:
I'm involved in a little Quebcois demo gig at the FiddleFest (we're the Quebequackers and we start at 8:30), which is the best part of fall artswalk. (Sorry, Erik, I know you're playing that night too, but my gig is more fun). We just had the second rehearsal, and It was great, though if my old orchestra teacher knew that *I* was the go-to person for upper position work in this bunch, he'd be spinning in his grave. And he's not dead.
Pinniped is playing a very tiny gig as the opener for the Shelton Timberland Library grand-opening tomorrow, which is made a tad more intense since we're all going to Oregon at various shades of early the next morning (visiting my grandparents).
In totally non-arts news...
I have a pile of SHIT!
For reals. Great Western Supply refused to sell me compost -- apparently someone's cornered the compost supply for their construction project? -- and so with Nancy-from-work's help I picked up a yard of dark bark/manure mix for the yarden instead. Nancy-from-work is also Nancy-plays-freaking-polo, so her truck is built to haul ass. Now I have a steaming dark pile in my front yard. It makes me happy, though not as happy as the organic compost would have.
( Be amazed by my anatomical disasters! Be bored by my stunningly slow progress! )
In other arts news:
I'm involved in a little Quebcois demo gig at the FiddleFest (we're the Quebequackers and we start at 8:30), which is the best part of fall artswalk. (Sorry, Erik, I know you're playing that night too, but my gig is more fun). We just had the second rehearsal, and It was great, though if my old orchestra teacher knew that *I* was the go-to person for upper position work in this bunch, he'd be spinning in his grave. And he's not dead.
Pinniped is playing a very tiny gig as the opener for the Shelton Timberland Library grand-opening tomorrow, which is made a tad more intense since we're all going to Oregon at various shades of early the next morning (visiting my grandparents).
In totally non-arts news...
I have a pile of SHIT!
For reals. Great Western Supply refused to sell me compost -- apparently someone's cornered the compost supply for their construction project? -- and so with Nancy-from-work's help I picked up a yard of dark bark/manure mix for the yarden instead. Nancy-from-work is also Nancy-plays-freaking-polo, so her truck is built to haul ass. Now I have a steaming dark pile in my front yard. It makes me happy, though not as happy as the organic compost would have.
