Block 335: February 5, 2014



It’s so gross outside…

Date: February 5, 2014

Crane: 335

Days Spent on Project: 354

Location: Apartment, Washington Heights, NYC

Person I would have sent it to: Sharath P.

Sharath was a sound designer, in my class year, at the Yale School of Drama. I would consider him one of my very good friends during that three year period.

I never had the chance to work with him at school, but how much did we hang out? How many nights did we go out for drinks to unwind, unload, bemoan, joke, or just hang out?

I don’t know what it is, but Sharath has one of those personalities that draws people to him; he could make friends with anyone, he seemed to appreciate everyone, and he was always a team player. (Lessons to learn…)

He’s now married, and living out in Oregon. One of the last times I hung out with him (Margaritas, I think, with a bunch of other Yalies after the holiday party a few years ago… maybe 2009… I remember showing everyone pictures of my soon-to-be-adopted French Bulldog that was yet to be named), he introduced me to the woman he would eventually propose to and marry. I’m happy for him; as long as I’ve known him, he has always seemed happiest when he was in a relationship. He would always be a good boyfriend to the women who let him in to their lives. He’ll be a good husband.

He’s also a good sound designer, too.

Music I listened to while sewing: Bobby Darin this morning!

Thoughts/Feelings behind the block: You know, my goal of working for an hour on each project I have in the air is turning out to be a success so far. It keeps me focused. It’s giving me a kind of schedule. And, each hour inevitably turns into a few as I find my stride each day.

And something I’m re-learning? I like drawing costume sketches. I like the way I do it. I like my style. I know people think I’m being cheap and non-artistic with it (I use regular Number 2 pencils and copy paper), but I’ve found it keeps me from being too attached to any one sketch. If it doesn’t work, I don’t feel bad about tossing it to the side or erasing it. When I worked on cardstock, bristol board, or watercolor papers, I’d try to make each sketch “work” as hard as I could. I thought the effort was visible, and I would fall less out of like with my work. As I sit myself down, it’s nice to enjoy drawing and this process. It’s nice to allow myself to have fun (even though I’m fully aware that the production I’m drawing is out of the theater’s reach… I’ll deal with that in the Spring, I guess).

It’s nice to know I can do this at the very least. I can draw. I’m good at it. I like doing it. It makes me happy.

I would like the opportunity to do this as long as I can. If that’s so, why do I keep telling myself to give up? Why can’t I just keep at it if it feels right?

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