bagpipes

Today, I watched Doug (who has a masters in scenic design from NYU) paint an elevation as an example of what we should be coming up with by next class. Additionally, I spent five hours in the drafting room doing drop-point perspective drawing. Five. Drop-point perspective drawing is amazing. It's an extremely technical way to draw and I love it. It makes my drawings look realistic and the method is very easy to manipulate. It's so . . . sleek.

I left the HFAC (Harris Fine Arts Center) at around 8pm tonight when I decided to give the rendering thing a break and get home to TV night (which was very, very disappointing). As I walked toward the street from the HFAC, I heard the unmistakable tones of a bagpipe. Someone must have been on one of the patios on the east side of the building. The sound of bagpipes always makes me think of college and coming-of-age (thanks to Peter Weir). I decided on my walk home that I like bagpipe music, very much. I think the random music is one of my favorite parts about the HFAC, especially in the evenings. I also love the buzz of the enormous lobby just before a performance begins.

But, back to the topic of music. There was this one night this summer where I was on my way to the shop at about 10pm and walking through the main lobby of the HFAC. It's an open building, so I could hear a piano from one of the rooms on the 3rd floor. The pianist was playing "Clare de Lune" and the atmosphere was so perfect . . . peaceful . . . almost surreal. I stopped and stood in the middle of the building, alone, just listening until it ended. It was a very sweet few minutes.

And, props to me for recognizing that Picnic at Hanging Rock was Peter Weir too. I'm just good like that.