Some bright color for Monday. I need it; do you?
Date: January 27, 2014
Days Spent on Project: 345
Location: Apartment, Washington Heights, NYC
Person I would have sent it to: Jess F.
Jess was the third costume designer in the third year class of students, when I started my time with the Yale School of Drama.
I just think she’s the bees knees. At that year’s Halloween party, while I was dressed up as “The Black Dahlia” (an homage to the infamous Yale Rep show that was currently playing), wearing black “leather” pants, a black shirt, and a flower on my head, I may have walked up to Jess, dressed in a hot pink Victorian corset, ruffled silk bloomers, boots, and a tiny tiny top hat worn at an angle on her head, and I may have told her that I wanted to be just like her.
So there’s that.
Her costume design sketches were the ones I looked forward to seeing whenever she was assigned to a production or a class project. Drawn on large white paper, colored in with markers, her characters always had strong personalities on the paper. The way they stood, the way they looked at you, the way they acted on the sheet; I was transfixed by what she drew and I saw it as something to work towards. I’m not sure I’ll ever get there, but I keep trying.
My tendency is to work my drawings too much. I go over them, clearing and refining and tweaking. I’m always sad that you see the effort. An old boyfriend would tell me not to worry. He was impressed: “You draw technically.”
I don’t think I draw like Jess did, which was effortlessly. So there’s that.
I ran into Jess a year and a half ago, at the Public Theater. She was assisting a designer on a Shakespeare in the Park. We only had the chance to talk for a few minutes. She told me about her upcoming wedding. She told me about the guy. She told me about her Boston Terrier, who’s adorable.
I’m really happy Jess got married. I think he’s a lucky guy.
Music I listened to while sewing: I have listened to a lot of Icona Pop this morning… only one song and it’s remixes. “All Night,” it’s pretty great for right now.
Thoughts/Feelings on the block: I did something crazy yesterday. I stayed in my sweatpants, on the couch, for most of the day. I watched about a billion Law and Order episodes on Netflix. I read a new book. And that’s all.
At one point, I did get dressed, pack my gym clothes in my bag, and I did walk to the subway. But, standing by the subway entrance, I turned around and walked to the Starbucks across the street. I bought a coffee and walked back home.
I’m tired. Yesterday, my stomach was growling, and I have no idea why I felt the need to go work out. My back and left shoulder still ache.
It was time for a day off.
I worry that I need a day on more though.