Art and Sondheim-Related Ramblings
Man. When it comes to inspiring music, there's nothing like Assassins.
I'm listening to the dialogue scene between Booth and Oswald, right? (on the original off-broadway cast, of course.) Get to the part when Booth calls him "Alik." God, that beat always gets me. It's exquisite. So I get to drawing it, and within ten minutes have cranked out a rather pleasing, captured moment. I love drawing from my imagination more than anything, because it's so free. And with even the most grand of shows, moments and blocking are up to interpretation. So I like what I get, and it's legitimate for me.
Anyway, now I turn back to the mp3 player and realise that I'd left it paused on Booth's "You used to like that nickname back in Minsk." Cheerful at the excuse to listen to the scene in its entirety for, oh, say, the umpteenth time, I press play and continue the rapturous dialogue. Only a couple more minutes in, they hit another moment beloved to me, the "Show me your badge" bit. Victor Garber's slightly confused "My what?" followed by "Ah, you think I'm with the FBI," in such an amused tone is just priceless. And when he presses the suspicious Oswald to search him for one, I just grin more.
When I originally listened to the scene, I asumed Lee just brushed the invitation off in annoyance and moved on. But upon following the scene in the script (transcribed somewhere online--I Googled it...) I realised that the stage directions actually call for Lee to pat down John Wilkes Booth. This image alone is prone to send me into fits of stifled sniggering. The next line of Booth's, musing aloud at Lee's attachment to "those morons," sounds so much more connected when I see him saying it in that context.
So of course, I had to draw it. It's in the process now. (I've got Booth, but now am unsure of how to place Oswald without making the image look, er... sexually compromising for one or the other.)
Anyway, just musing about how fast these things seem to churn out when the right music and atmosphere is present. I feel like if I keep listening to that scene (or even, to be pretentious, the musical), I'll end up with a complete flip-book animation of the thing.
Considering the current time of day (because it is technically today and not tomorrow anymore) and the volume of artness produced at this same hour last night (rather, this morning), it seems that a certain time interval is also beneficial.
It seems I may soon have to choose between natural sleep hours and fun art of Sondheim characters.
...Which doesn't bode well for my pineal gland.*
*(that's the thing that regulates sleep habits, folks)
I'm listening to the dialogue scene between Booth and Oswald, right? (on the original off-broadway cast, of course.) Get to the part when Booth calls him "Alik." God, that beat always gets me. It's exquisite. So I get to drawing it, and within ten minutes have cranked out a rather pleasing, captured moment. I love drawing from my imagination more than anything, because it's so free. And with even the most grand of shows, moments and blocking are up to interpretation. So I like what I get, and it's legitimate for me.
Anyway, now I turn back to the mp3 player and realise that I'd left it paused on Booth's "You used to like that nickname back in Minsk." Cheerful at the excuse to listen to the scene in its entirety for, oh, say, the umpteenth time, I press play and continue the rapturous dialogue. Only a couple more minutes in, they hit another moment beloved to me, the "Show me your badge" bit. Victor Garber's slightly confused "My what?" followed by "Ah, you think I'm with the FBI," in such an amused tone is just priceless. And when he presses the suspicious Oswald to search him for one, I just grin more.
When I originally listened to the scene, I asumed Lee just brushed the invitation off in annoyance and moved on. But upon following the scene in the script (transcribed somewhere online--I Googled it...) I realised that the stage directions actually call for Lee to pat down John Wilkes Booth. This image alone is prone to send me into fits of stifled sniggering. The next line of Booth's, musing aloud at Lee's attachment to "those morons," sounds so much more connected when I see him saying it in that context.
So of course, I had to draw it. It's in the process now. (I've got Booth, but now am unsure of how to place Oswald without making the image look, er... sexually compromising for one or the other.)
Anyway, just musing about how fast these things seem to churn out when the right music and atmosphere is present. I feel like if I keep listening to that scene (or even, to be pretentious, the musical), I'll end up with a complete flip-book animation of the thing.
Considering the current time of day (because it is technically today and not tomorrow anymore) and the volume of artness produced at this same hour last night (rather, this morning), it seems that a certain time interval is also beneficial.
It seems I may soon have to choose between natural sleep hours and fun art of Sondheim characters.
...Which doesn't bode well for my pineal gland.*
*(that's the thing that regulates sleep habits, folks)