Drawing at a concert

This past Sunday,  I attended a Chamber Music concert at a church downtown. I really went because a friend of mine was being honored for her efforts, and they are many, in the community. She is on the Chamber Music Committee, is a Cultural Affairs Director, and works her tail off. A beautiful person inside and out.

As the music began, I realized how stiff it all seemed to me. The church, the pews, the music: Hayden, Beethoven.  I don’t know.  It just wasn’t happening for me.  I started thinking about another friend of mine who hosts Chamber Music at his loft. Right down the street. The setting just seems so much more conducive to the music. Plus, he stirs things up with his musicians, and the music chosen. It can get wild. We sit so close to the musicians that we can hear their breath. We see them sweat, giggle at a mistake, we shake their hands, we chat with them, share drinks later, and sit in uncomfortable folding chairs. We bring homemade cookies, hors de oeuvres, cheap wine, and see great art on the walls and there are tea lights everywhere.  The white paint is peeling, the one light bulb dangles from the ceiling on a long electrical line, and the musicians turn their own pages of music. If they even read it. The musicians are from all over the world, very accomplished, and it is exciting.

Unfortunately, it was not like that sitting in the church. NO excitement at all.

I got bored. And that is not a word I use lightly. I don’t have time to get bored. I don’t enjoy or even entertain the thought of being bored. But I did get bored there. Wow.

So suddenly, as I was looking out at the audience, or really, at the back of everybody’s head, since I was in the back row, I saw something interesting.  A lot of old heads, with wild hair. Women and men. The women, with white hair put up in buns, but with a million hair pins/bobby pins in the back where they couldn’t see, and therefore, who cares?

Men, with sagging jowls, big glasses, unruly mustaches, eyebrows, and crazy head hair became the subjects of my ballpoint pen on the program. I ran out of space!

Now, I am not usually one to do much figure drawing at this time, but I gotta tell you, this was really fun. I may have to get back into drawing people again.  I like the loneliness of paintings without figures, but Sunday changed things for me. Another corner turned?  I don’t know, but it could be a lot of fun. Let’s see what happens.

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