Another Woman's Life

Under the intense Indian sun, I sat, enamored of the sparkle of beads and baubles, as these beautiful women carefully stitched. We share glances, smiles, we cannot speak to each other, but it is about women being surrounded by women. For me, a moment in time, out of time, in a place far away. A chance to draw, to marvel at the detail, to bring home some trinkets. For them, the way the days go, day in, day out, hoping for those like me to appreciate and support what they do, enough to make their day profitable. In honor of Women's History Month.

Exit Dancing

The end of a chaotic semester and year has finally arrived. I was long awaiting a first trip to a conference in San Juan Puerto Rico when Hurricane Sandy hit. I thought that I would not be going, but everything went ahead as planned and off they sent me. I had survivor's guilt. In my neighborhood, the Upper West Side in Manhattan,it was life as usual-one could barely tell that there had been a devastating storm, and now, here I was in the glorious sunshine. I could not cope- and barely left my room until the sun went down- it was just too strange. So, no daytime drawings, but instead, a few made one night while dining to Flamenco- the fierce stomping of the dancer's feet and the extreme emotion in their faces brings to mind the passion with which we are moving forward through both of the Sandys of recent months. Nothing to do but exit dancing and take on the new year. Wishing you all a productive and peaceful year~ Melanie

Last Beach Day: NY

Looking out today at the grey skies makes me happy that I made the pilgrimage to the beach from NYC- Wall to wall people at Penn Station, coffee cups in hand, the air already smelling of sun screen. This was it- the last weekend of sunny beach days and even though it meant crowding into a train car and then, walking with thousands to the boardwalk, praying that there would be umbrellas left to rent, clamoring for our little bit of square ft of sand, it was worth it. I thought that everyone left town on Labor Day?!

Symposium Pays It Forward

The ripple effect from the Santo Domingo Symposium was alive and well in New York this past weekend. I was so happy when Richard Alomar let me know about the meet-up at Merchant's Gate, at the entrance of Central Park in NYC this past Saturday morning. Along with Mark Leibowitz and Sunil and Amy (Sunil was in Lisbon), we braved the ominous skies and the tons of tourists to hang and draw. There is a great comfort in the company, not much needs to be said. Thanks so much for thinking of including me, guys.

Mercado Merenge

One cannot be in the DR without hearing and moving to merengue! The workshop that I taught was at the Mercado Modelo, where in and around, there are scads of Dominican trinkets- masks, drums, jewels galore- and all of the characters trying to sell them to you. The music is blasting, people stop what they are doing to spin and dance, and everyone is your friend as they lure you in to look at their wares. In and around the market are fruit stands and banana carts- bottles filled with the likes of mamajuana and other assorted homemade juices and drinks are swinging from the umbrellas and the smell of rice and beans and other Dominican goodies wafts through the air.

Dominoes!

I'm just back from a glorious three weeks in the Dominican Republic, my home away from home. I had a great class and then, went on to teach a workshop at the Urban Sketchers Symposium, held this year in Santo Domingo. It was not as hot as NY, but hot in other ways! I was obsessed with the domino players. WOW! did they ever have their rhythm down and were hot with the passion of the game. It was an illustrator's delight!

West Coast Beach Bum

Yes, that was me for all of a couple of days after teaching my MFA in Illustration class on the West Coast. My down days started out in high style by meeting up with my Urban Sketchers pals Virginia Hein, Shiho Nakaza from LA, and Don Low from Singapore! Then, a day of pure heaven on the beach for me- it was cool and delicious, cool and breezy , periwinkle skies and sea air and I could barely tear myself out of my beach chair. So, I swiveled about all during the day, and tried to get as many variations from my one-day beach vacation-ahhhh.....