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16 years ago
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I'm now safely ensconced in a cheap little hotel by the Pittsburgh airport, right next to the adult bookstore. Travelling went flawlessly, amazingly enough, and it's been a day remarkable for many small smoothnesses:
The past four figure drawing classes have been all but torture for me. Apparently it's very difficult for someone as faceblind and probably Aspie as I am to stare so intensely at a live human being. Last week was the first time I actually made it through the two hour class without breaking; this morning, it simply wasn't an issue. Humans are still technically challenging but no longer terrifying to draw. That's a major, major stumbling block now removed from my course of progress.
While waiting at the gate at DFW, I tested out this new lack of fear by speed-sketching other passengers. I drew the father of a family in front of me, whose girls were clambering on the lower bars of those supports here, and gave it to the youngest girl; but the parents liked it so much that they carefully saved it away, much to my surprise. The kids were still cheerfully going through my portfolio when the boarding call came.
The Midwest plane was small, with only two seats per row on each side; but they were roomy leather seats with huge cargo spaces, and we even got free chocolate-chip cookies still warm from being baked inflight. During the brief layover in Milwaukee, we all had to haul our bags to catch our next flight... from the gate immediately next to ours, all of forty feet away. And the second leg of the trip was in an identical, comfy, near-empty plane, and also had free cookies, still warm.
The airport shuttle picked us up 15 minutes early, because the driver happened to be nearby when the call came through, and we strangers from Dallas and Tucson and Pittsburgh natives chatted and laughed together; and there's a source of 24-hour fresh hot food right across the street from this hotel.
My window's wide open to the cool night air, as I haven't been able to do in Dallas since early May. There's a gibbous moon flashing through broken blowing clouds. When our plane wheeled over downtown Pittsburgh (shining like a Google map done in jewels on black cloth) it lifted its wing to the moon for a moment, as if in salute. I didn't notice that I was softly singing.
First pic along the way is here. I'll move them to scraps eventually.
The past four figure drawing classes have been all but torture for me. Apparently it's very difficult for someone as faceblind and probably Aspie as I am to stare so intensely at a live human being. Last week was the first time I actually made it through the two hour class without breaking; this morning, it simply wasn't an issue. Humans are still technically challenging but no longer terrifying to draw. That's a major, major stumbling block now removed from my course of progress.
While waiting at the gate at DFW, I tested out this new lack of fear by speed-sketching other passengers. I drew the father of a family in front of me, whose girls were clambering on the lower bars of those supports here, and gave it to the youngest girl; but the parents liked it so much that they carefully saved it away, much to my surprise. The kids were still cheerfully going through my portfolio when the boarding call came.
The Midwest plane was small, with only two seats per row on each side; but they were roomy leather seats with huge cargo spaces, and we even got free chocolate-chip cookies still warm from being baked inflight. During the brief layover in Milwaukee, we all had to haul our bags to catch our next flight... from the gate immediately next to ours, all of forty feet away. And the second leg of the trip was in an identical, comfy, near-empty plane, and also had free cookies, still warm.
The airport shuttle picked us up 15 minutes early, because the driver happened to be nearby when the call came through, and we strangers from Dallas and Tucson and Pittsburgh natives chatted and laughed together; and there's a source of 24-hour fresh hot food right across the street from this hotel.
My window's wide open to the cool night air, as I haven't been able to do in Dallas since early May. There's a gibbous moon flashing through broken blowing clouds. When our plane wheeled over downtown Pittsburgh (shining like a Google map done in jewels on black cloth) it lifted its wing to the moon for a moment, as if in salute. I didn't notice that I was softly singing.
First pic along the way is here. I'll move them to scraps eventually.
