Skull Wall

One wall in the studio is in flux. Color swatches are in place for a bright pink base color which might form a new base for this tableau. A clipboard to do list is in place to keep track of things that need to get done. An articulated manakins hand holds the rope for a bulb which is now encased in an elegant grass paper shade that resembles a blooming flower. The ight casts dark shadows on the ceiling from the skulls giving an ominous and mysterious feeling to that corner of the room.

For the first time I am writing an article on my 8.5 by 11 inch iPad. I usually write on my laptop which has lots of memory and ram to handle any animation I might do. However now that I am packing for a trip to Europe, I realize that all that memory comes with too much weight. With the laptop and iPad packed in my backpack, I feel I might fall backwards with my backpack turtle shell weighing me down. I am traveling to Oregon for the Wild River Film Festival where my film. COVID Dystopia might be having its final screening. People really don’t want to face the brash reality this film portrays. They certainly do not want to consider the premise that COVID is not done with us. I usually mask on airplane flights. But my new N-95 masks have not arrived yet. I might fave this flight naked, while listening to people hack up their lungs around me.

I was considering bringing by European backpack on this Oregon trip but the United Airlines website informed me that I would have to check the backpack although. I decided to scale down and only bring my artist day bag to shove under the seat in fronts of me. I abandoned my large sketchbook for this trip but I am bringing my new artist chair which worked great in Oklahoma City. I guess I will be doing laundry each evening in the hotel sink. Since this policy was hidden until after the ticket was purchased, I will never again fly United Airlines. I will be flying Delta to France.

All my sketchbook and everything I own will soon go into storage, so I am learning how to live with less. I am frightened and thrilled by what might lay ahead. It is up to me to make the most out of every day of this 6 month trip. I will be exploring the history of what played out exactly 80 years ago. I hope to capture hints of what has remains the same and what has not changed. Greed and ruling through fear remain the same. I am curious how Europeans feel about America today as opposed to the America that liberated them from Nazi rule 80 years ago. I was told I should wear a baseball cap with the 75th Infantry insignia. The older generation might treat me different given the history.

Orlando Tech Week at Church Street Marketplace.

I walked over to Church Street Marketplace (101 S Garland Ave Orlando FL 32801) for what I thought would be a tech demo. The place was deserted except for the caterer. I asked him what he knew about the event and he was pretty clueless. A large screen was set up, and when I arrived, it was projecting a computer desktop. I figured that had to be my center of interest.

Procreate, the digital sketch program on my iPad had updated several days ago and a new feature showed up called the perspective tool. It allows you to place several vanishing points on the sketch and the program automatically sets up a perspective grid to use as a drawing guide. I used that feature for the first time on this sketch, which is a pretty high tech leap for me. I was utilizing a bit more tech to cover Tech Week.

Only later that night did I learn that what I was sketching was the Black  Orlando Tech Hip Hop Happy Hour. DJ Nigel John shouted up a welcome to me, shouting “Thor!” I shouted back and then sketched him as he set up his DJ mix station. Janessa Gursky must have been an event organizer because she also greeted me. About six round high top tables were set up and slowly people started to arrive. This was slated to be the
chillest, happy hour event of Orlando Tech Week 2017. It was a chance for everyone to unwind from the
nonstop tech events of the week with a drink and conversation. I was a little disappointed not to walk away with some miraculous tech enlightenment but the music was pumping as I left for dinner.