
After finishing a backstage sketch of Brian Feldman’s The Boxer, I fumbled my way through the black curtains and decided to get a sketch out front. I was quickly distracted by some beautiful women dressed as playing cards. The Ace of Hearts smiled at me and I felt I needed to get a sketch of her. She quickly left the scene before I could even get my sketch pad out.
Brian’s mother and father were there to show their never-ending support for him and his work. His mom was dancing, which was great to see. Brian’s dad kept bringing me food. I guess he thought I was a starving artist and thus felt the need to keep me nourished while I sketched. There was a cake made in the shape of Creative Loafing’s red newspaper box. There had been talk of Brian using the cake for his performance but he told the organizers that he wasn’t that kind of performance artist. Brian’s dad brought me a huge chunk of cake and I later saw that it matched the size of a huge chunk that had been carved out of the cake box sculpture.
The cover band on stage would have been fine for a wedding, but they lacked the energy needed to get the whole crowd onto the dance floor. Hannah noted that the white female singer trying to match the energy of Tina Turner missed the mark.
I walked around the venue with Hannah Miller. She convinced me that I had to try hitting a golf ball in one of those virtual projection screen scenarios. I knew I would likely make a fool of myself but decided to give it a try anyway. I had to give away all my personal information on a form before someone asked me which club I would like to use for the 250-yard swing. I had no idea, and just took whatever club I was handed. My first swing was actually impressive, the camera followed my golf ball, and it landed just short of the mark but bounced down into a ravine. I thought I might hit the mark with my second swing. Hannah had her camera out and was shooting footage as my club bounced off the carpet and the ball sputtered along the fake green. If you see any footage of me taking an awful swing at a golf ball, you can ignore it, it is fake news. My first swing was glorious.
After my humiliation, I decided to return to The Boxer to sketch. The lights on the archway made the scene look like a vaudeville set. People’s eyes would light up when they saw Brian, and they would quickly approach to take the paper. Upon arriving, I had originally thought that the newspaper box being placed in a back corner of the venue would be a problem, but it wasn’t. People constantly approached and Brian gave away over a skid of papers that night. He certainly gave away more papers than he ever did at the Orlando performances.
At 9:30pm, the lights in the venue flickered and the performance was over. Lee started taking down the black curtains and packed them away in a suitcase. Brian’s girlfriend posed for a quick photo in the box before everything was broken down. Brian suggested we all meet at a nearby movie theatre to see Alejandro G. Iñárritu’s new film Digger, but it was starting in 5 minutes. It took me about half an hour circling around the block to find the hotel parking lot, so I never made it to the movie.
I laughed, I cried, and newspapers were handed out. It was a good night.


Phoenix Tears Productions from Haines City Florida presented Letters in Need at the Orlando International Fringe Festival. In a corner of the Family Theater lobby near the Silver Venue, a small post office box station with a barred teller window was set up. This was an ongoing 1 on 1 performance which allowed individual audience members to request and give help on a small community-based scale. The goal was for the audience member to sort the need and deliver the help. Since this was a one-on-one interactive performance, I wouldn’t be able to sketch and also sort letters. I had to watch from afar.
The World of Billy Jane from Orlando Florida presented Then, Eve at the Orlando International Fringe Festival. God created Adam and then Eve was left to create herself. In one awkward moment the lights in the theater went black and Eve had to figure out how to procreate with Adam. From the grunts and painful silences, it seemed that the encounter was a failure. Eve never needed to see Adam again.
I have been staying in an AirBnB in Thornton Park Orlando Florida for the past week. It has been wonderful to be able to walk to venues each day to sketch. One of the first places I wanted to sketch was at Stardust Video and Coffee. At this coffee house, Doug Rhodehamel has been assembling a magnificent display of brightly colored cardboard fish in honor of a dear friend David Plotkin.



