First Thursdays at OMA

Noga Grossman arranged for Orlando Urban Sketchers to have a table for First Thursdays at the Orlando Museum of Art (OMA). As part of  our presentation, I agreed to do a sketch on my iPad, which was connected to one of the large screen TVs above our table. With that arrangement people could see my sketch progress in real time. Getting the connections right was a challenge, so we arranged to get things ironed out the week before. My possible sketch opportunities were limited to my view from the table since I was tethered to the screen. Pam helped me with a new wireless connection that worked great, which might mean sketching from anywhere in a venue without worrying about wires. It is a brave new world.

The Orlando Urban Sketcher’s table was adorned with a roll of paper, allowing anyone the chance to add to a sketch that developed over the course of the event. It was a popular spot for artists to come and relax with a sketch. Each Orlando Urban Sketcher was asked to bring in a sketchbook. My sketchbook had sketches of the strip in Las Vegas from a recent trip. What is great about having Urban Sketchers exploring an event is that each artist has their unique way of seeing and interpreting  the scene.

The theme for this First Thursday event was Art and Architecture. This show is a discovery into how art informs the built environment.
Artists were encouraged to submit all types of media, from photography
to 3D models, to showcase the beauty found in the built world. First Thursday is an opportunity for patrons to discover local artists, listen to live music, and mingle with an eclectic mix of people. There are cash bars serving wine, beer, soft drinks, and water, and cafe offerings from area restaurants. 

A giant pink sculpture by Carlos Betancourt dominated the back gallery area, while The Smoking Jackets performed live near the Chihuly sculpture in the atrium. Trevor Fraser was telling me a story of a reporter asking Chihuly what the hardest lesson was that he had learned as an artist. The two were walking through the artist’s glass-making workshop and an apprentice was finishing up a gorgeous piece of glass. Chihuly took it from him and threw it violently against the wall. It shattered into thousands of pieces. “Nothing lasts,” he said.

The next First Thurday is June 6, 2019. The theme for the evening will be Indigenous Futurism, which will will focus on the indigenous and tribal origins of art. From Africa,
Australia, North, South and Central America, and beyond. They
will explore the influence and fusion of tribal art from the past and
into the future. Admission is $15.

The Big Chill in South East Orlando.

I was commissioned to do a sketch at a dinner party in South East Orlando. The host had a gorgeous home in a brand new development surrounded by woods and plenty of lakes. On the table were photos of his class mates. Some of the photos must have been rather funny judging by people’s reactions.Years have passed since their careers have blossomed and developed. Such a reunion always reminds me of The Big Chill. Everyone makes the most of the life they have and reminisce about the innocence lost.

I set up as soon as I arrived and sketched the table as everyone mixed and mingled. It turned out that the leather chair I was sitting in was pushed aside and was intended for the host himself at the head of the table. We switched seats when everyone settled in with their plates. It pays to always have an artist’s stool on hand.

A Chihuly chandelier illuminated the entry, and a painting of a warm Mediterranean scene overlooked the table. Yellow and red roses acted as center pieces. The candles were lit just before everyone sat down. One woman insisted I sketch her good side which was the opposite side of her face if she sat where she was placed at the table. Honestly, I couldn’t see her anyway once everyone was seated and eating. Just the luck of the draw. There was plenty of laughter. The host had wanted me to sketch a party quite a few months ago, but I was pulled away on another assignment. For that party he invited people by Facebook, and not many people showed up. This time around he kept the dinner party small and everyone attended. The fun in being a casual artistic observer is in wondering about everyone in attendance, writing my own scenarios in my head. Everyone was pleasant and fun and I felt honored to document an important occasion.