Tomorrow, I’m going to Friday’s at Five, a digital jazz concert. I’ll stay right here in my room.
I love to go to jazz concerts with my son. Before the lights are turned down low, we order a glass of wine and settle down for the show. I listen for a bit then I start sketching – eye to hand to paper. It’s dark during the concert so it’s always a surprise to see how the sketches turned out. My subject matter won’t be live performers. I’m looking forward to seeing what I’ll produce!
Check out. sfjazz.org. New videos will be posted on YouTube every Tuesday and there is an interesting selection of playlists to listen to on Spotify.
I draw for kindness. I draw for love. In this new world full of Covid-19, fear, aggression and loneliness we need to give and receive love. I wondered how I could do that. I can draw. I can draw for kindness. If my work gives a few minutes of happiness or contemplation to another person, then I have done my job.
I hear a good way to improve one’s drawing skills is to sketch every day so here we go – starting January 1st 2017, I’ll be posting a drawing a day. The biggest challenge will be to get over the idea that every drawing I post has to be perfect. Musee d’Orsay small bronze sculpture of young dancer by Degas.
Drawing by Carla Saunders Letterpress by Lisa Rappoport, Littoral Press 2016
I wish everyone blessings for Solstice, Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanza, New Year and everything between and beyond!
Be well and take good care of yourselves and enjoy yourselves and your loved ones!
Sketches made in Hawaii using Caran d’Ache Watersoluble pastels
Captain Cosy and Brad have a few minutes of quiet after a stormy day of sailing. It was great to sketch live models, friends who stayed in one place and didn’t get up and walk away never to be seen again, which happens when I sketch in a city cafe.
What is interesting to me is just recently I saw this photograph of Megan taken a month ago. My son-in-law must have taken it when I was drawing her, although in my sketch she was listening to music on her cell phone.
Terence Blanchard’s ‘Champion: An Opera in Jazz’
A groundbreaking work combining the disciplines of opera and jazz,Terence Blanchard’s Champion: An Opera in Jazz tells the real-life story of world champion boxer Emile Griffith, a man haunted by memories of his past who struggled to reconcile his sexuality in a hyper-macho world. Produced by SFJAZZ in conjunction with San Francisco’s Opera Parallèle,Champion is a visually stunning production features elaborate staging and video elements with a jazz trio, orchestra and chorus, bringing out the full glory of Blanchard’s soulful score as it illuminates a tragic story that remains acutely relevant today. Tormented by the death of opponent Benny Paret following their 1962 bout for the welterweight title, Griffith spent his life questioning himself and a society that would accept his accidental killing of a fellow athlete, but not his sexuality. The opera features a libretto by Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright Michael Cristofer and features renowned bass Arthur Woodley reprising his role as the title character. Far more than one of jazz’s most prodigious trumpeters, Blanchard has carved out a brilliant career as an A-list composer. He premiered Champion at the Opera Theatre of Saint Louis in June 2013, and has substantially re-worked the piece for this exclusive string of performances on the Miner Auditorium stage, the first since the premiere. (Excerpt taken from a piece written for the SFJSZZ Center.)
The Press takes notes, while the fight goes on.
“I kill a man and most people understand and forgive me. However, I love a man, and to so many people this is an unforgivable sin”. —Emile Griffith
Hunting for the right drawing tool I pick up a stick. Will one end of the stick draw a fine line? Will the other end make a softer line and shape? Dipping the stick into a container of India ink I look and start to draw. Eye, to hand, to paper, I make marks. I draw the shape of my face, feeling tone of my head, the texture of my hair, gesture of my turned head. I draw space, my hair touching the edge of the paper or the two dimensional picture plane. My head is turned; my hair goes back into three dimensional space. I draw until my sketch is done. Awareness of my surroundings clicks back into place. I return to everybody’s world.