I've been staring at the calendar trying to figure if it was Saturday or Friday night i went to the Orchestra with Nick. My good friend Beth was sick and couldn't use her subscription tickets so we benefited. the sketchbook page says the tenth but that is wrong. it shows how bad i am with dates and times of things. This was only a few days ago. I'm pretty sure it was... no I'm not sure. that's the benefit of working a Monday through Friday job. you know what day it is when you do things.
Enough gabbing about that. Here is what this blog is really about:
We got in to the hall and were sat in the fifth row back. What was awesome about this was that i still had enough light on me that i could DRAW THE DURING THE WHOLE PERFORMANCE. This is rare usually i get a few sketches in during warm up and then they start. i can't see the page to put my pen on and i put it away. I love the dude with the Skrilla hair cut. he's playing... a Viola i think. But the absolute best part was Gianandrea Noseda- the conductor! OH MY GODS! his movement. he was like a fledgling bird trying to lift off. Not some easy idea of flight. The organic struggle that makes it hard. he didn't stop moving! i couldn't catch his movements at all.
I tried and tried. I could hear his harsh "DAH! DAH!" his sweat flying from his fore head. his ARMS! defied anatomy. They bent in places we don't have joints! But with strength, fluidity, and grace.
His legs came together or apart bent and shot up. None of it i could capture with my pen.
I had taken many more pages of my sketchbook and switched to a new one. The old sketchbook pages used up. (lucky i came prepared!) i tried to take my eyes from the conductor to get more of the players. in the upper right hand corner there you will see the little organ player. the whole thing seemed to be about the organ, but it was used sparingly and with great effect. it wasn't some showy complicated solo of ego.
This is one of the last pages. i couldn't keep my eyes from the conductor. i'm getting more and more frustrated at the inability to express the energy the movements. They were both subtle and great so when i lifted my eyes back to him everything was changed. It was not like drawing an animal who will go back to the same position over and over. Even a human will. HE WAS NOT HUMAN WHILE CONDUCTING. maybe he was just extra human. Needless to say, i am in love with Gianandrea Noseda now.
The pages here represent less then half of what i drew that night. Scanning is a pain in the ass, but really it is more of the same sort of drawings.
