I was fooling around with, wait that sounds kinda dirty, let me rephrase that taking pictures with my camera the other day and snapped up a good picture of my desk, thought I would share my workspace with you. I thought it looked lovely anyway.

You can see my monitor and laptop set up. The laptop is closed here, precious little Acer One, innit so damn cute! Also in this picture; my beloved Santa hat and some painting, for lack of a better word, stuff.
As I’ve said, I’m doing a set of paintings for people for Christmas, and for the biggest one I’m using a technique very similar to pointillism. With traditional pointillism, only basic colours are used, and the eye is meant to blend them which is suppose to make a more brilliant secondary colour. For this painting however, I’m using a wide selection of shades and colours. The main reason is this is my first attempt at using dots instead of strokes, and I had some doubt about whether or not I could successfully pull off the effect. It’s turning out great so far, I’m really happy with it. I’ll upload a picture of it once I’m finished (don’t want to ruin the Christmas surprise).
I’ve taken a couple photos of one very small section of the picture after each layer of colour was added, just so you can get an idea about how the technique is pulled off. Actually apparently the server doesn’t want to upload the pictures right now, so that will have to wait. HRMPH!
Lastly I heard this amazing song at a Sondheim Cabaret that the UWO Music department put on a couple weeks ago. It’s called The Glamorous Life and it’s from A Little Night Music. The girl singing it is the daughter of a famous actress, it’s really rich and a brilliant example of how Sondheim gets into the heads of the characters he writes for. Here’s a clip of Audra McDonald singing it. Breath-taking. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Ordinary mothers lead ordinary lives,
mop the floors and chop the parsley,
mend the clothes and tend the children.
Ordinary mothers, like ordinary wives,
make the beds and bake the pies and wither on the vine.
Not mine!
Dying by inches, every night, what a glamorous life!
Pulled on by winches, to recite, what a glamorous life!
Ordinary mothers never get the flowers, and
Ordinary mothers never know the joys,
But ordinary mothers couldn’t cough for hours
maintaining their poise.
Sandwiches only, but she eats what she wants when she wants
Sometimes it’s lonely but she meets many handsome gallants
Ordinary mothers don’t live out of cases,
but ordinary mothers don’t go different places,
which ordinary mothers can’t do, being mothers all day.
Mine’s away in a play, and she’s realer than they.
What if her broach is only glass, and her costumes unravel?
What if her coach is second class, she at least gets to travel.
And sometime this summer, meaning soon, she’ll come traveling to me!
Sometime this summer, maybe June, I’m the new place she’ll see!
Ordinary daughters may think life is better
with ordinary mothers near them when they choose,
But ordinary daughters seldom get a letter
enclosing reviews.
Gay and resilient, with applause, what a glamorous life!
Speeches are brilliant, if they’re Shauss, what a glamorous life!
Ordinary mothers needn’t meet committees,
but ordinary mothers don’t get keys to cities
Ordinary mothers merely see their children all year,
which is lovely, I hear,
But it does interfere with the glamorous . . .
I am the princess guarded by dragons,
snorting and grumbling and rumbling in wagons.
She’s in her kingdom wearing disguises,
living a life that’s full of surprises.
And sometime this summer, she’ll come galloping over the green.
Sometime this summer, to my rescue, my mother the queen!
Ordinary mothers thrive on being private,
but ordinary mothers somehow, can survive it.
And ordinary mothers never know they’re just standing still,
with the kettles to fill,
While they’re missing the thrill
of the glamorous life.
I fucking loves his rhymes. They roll off the tongue like Sondheim lyrics off the tongue. Wait a minute…………..
Aaaaaaaand anyway it’s 1:11 AM. Great. I have 5 paintings to finish in the next 48 hours (2 are almost done, 1 is about fifty percent and 2 have yet to be started). Why do I do these things to myself? OH RIGHT! Because I’m crazy.
Hope your holiday season is going smoothly!
-Travis Conrad