I woke up this morning to a strange phenomenon -- it was raining! Which made a good reason to "dispense" with postcolonial theory (i.e., send my notes to my co-author) and work on my graphic novel so Troll was able to read the completed chapters. And the dinged-dishwasher was swapped out and a date made with the wallpaperhanger, so it was a rainy morning well spent. But I didn't do any drawing.
On reflection, I am becoming a bit too quick with the technical part of my graphic novel construction -- some panels look "sloppy". All along I have said that my goal is to get the whole piece in first draft form and then return for corrections - if I have time. But now I think that a few days of reflection on content will serve me well.
No drawing class this evening (Spring break), replaced by attending a performance of The Crucible at Sarasota Opera. I found the operatic adaptation (sung in English but with subtitles) of Salem witchcraft trials immortalized in the play of the same name by Arthur Miller much more "spine-chilling" than the Italian stories we had previously attended, but the performance didn't produce the shouts of "bravo" and standing ovation by the audience similar to Il Lombardi. Too bad.
hmm...i never imagined The Crucible as an opera.
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