Fantabulosa!

Yesterday, after meditation at the Glasgow Buddhist Centre, we took a walk along to the Theatre Royal to see if if we could get a couple of seats for the afternoon matinee performance of Scottish ballet's SleepingBeauty. As is our normal tactic we turn up half-an-hour before the show starts to see a) if there are any seats, and b) if we ask for the cheapest in the hall will they up-grade us to the Dress Circle :o) It's worked many times before, but sadly not yesterday. However...out comes our Auld Git's cards and we get a big discount to fairly decent seats to the front of the Upper Circle. Just as well I'm long sighted though 'cause it's still a fair distance from the action. That doesn't spoil our enjoyment tho' bacause Tchaikovsky's music is just sublime and the whirling movement of the dancers mesmerising!

Under the dim light of a Fire Exit I get out my small sketchpad, and flowing with the music, jot down some images using my photoshutter method - stare, and stare, and then quickly close your eyes and see what image you can remember:



Pencil on paper, A6: Sleeping Beauty #1.

Pencil on paper, A6; Sleeping Beauty #2.

Pencil on paper, A6; Sleeping Beauty #3.

Pencil on paper, A6; Sleeping Beauty #4.

There were a few more sketches started but didn't progress beyond the gesture of an arm, the turn of a foot, the flying through the air of a beautiful princess missed by her supporting male dancer and lying in a heap on the floor (very undignified) but that would be naughty to show those momentary lapses :o)

So I won't!

Still, the music and the spectacle dance through my head...da da da da da dee dee dee dum de da dee dum (the Rose Waltz).