Dielle wouldn’t dream of exploiting anyone to get her coffee for her… but Gage is so convenient.
Well technically Northwest Folklife starts Friday… but since it’s a work day and all I rarely get there before three. Since there aren’t quite as many performers I spend most of my time casing the joint and going over the schedule to see if there,s any I should actually put on my day planner. So I did that until I ran into some friends and we mostly hung out for the rest of the afternoon. I got some sketching in… but then it started to rain, the sketchbook’s kryptonite.
Still my first one was a good one.
Today’s rhyme, A Robin Redbreast in a Cage, was really easy to visualize, though I ended up overthinking it anyway. First I went on line looking for a visual reference for a European Robin, first because these are English nursery rhymes, and second do you really think Heaven would get that worked up over an American Robin? They’re evil little blankety blanks! After that I spent a little too much time looking up period birdcages until I decided it was a waste of time (even though the Dutch ones were nice.)
I really have to redo this one as a watercolor. It’s bad enough I can’t give a Robin a redbreast but it’s downright depressing you can’t do a proper stormy sky with a pencil!
Today’s rhyme, Little Jenny Flinders, was pretty straightforward, other than the problem of going period or not (when a poem involves child abuse, it’s safer to go period) From there it was quickly looking up what children wore in the regency. After that the only problem of doing it in this medium dirt is indistinguishable from shading.
Today’s rhyme “There Was a Man So Wise” was fun to do. While just as silly as the last one at least there was something for me to work with. Really the only thing I needed to check out was if brambles meant something specific or was just a generic term for something prickly. (turns out it’s mostly generic, but generally means blackberries.) also a “quickset hedge” is a hedge made of bushes and trees, especially hawthorne.
A very happy 90th birthday to Mr. Miles Davis!
Let us celebrate with a little something I first heard from his Bitches Brew album, It’s About Time!
But since it’s always better to hear the man live here he is performing it in 8/18/1970 at Tanglewood!
I’ll be completely honest that today’s rhyme, The Village of Erith, made no sense at all. I have the sneaking suspicion it started out as a riddle.
To make matters worse, in my confusion I got loom the verb with verb the noun. For a while I thought I’d keep my mistake and laugh at why there were looms abandoned on the river bank but I ended up erasing them and spending the net five minutes cleaning up the mess.