Last evening I went to see the on tour company of "So You Think You Can Dance" troupe in Sacramento at the Arco arena. First time to be there, first time in ages since I've had this kind of adventure. It was wonderful, and particularly because I was there with Daughter in law and granddaughter and Sally, and art pal. We are all fans of this show, so thought it would be a treat to see them in person. We had seats straight on from the stage, but people were to tiny on the stage it was a bit like watching little plastic figures dancing. The big screens were used so you could see them up larger, but I'm so spoiled by having TV cameras zoom right in and get best angles and expressions on dancer's faces - the camera work here was just not as good. The dancers were great. The biggest ovation was given for 3 break dancers. Fabulous! The way they move in unexpected, odd angles, it was outstanding. The arena took on a life of it's own with the cheering, screaming (yes, it was Candis that started it all off each time) and the stomping of feet which reverberated like a low rumble that grew and grew. Sort of an earthquake kind of sound, or an underground mine shaft caving in. Spooky. Christina was driving her new car, they just picked it up yesterday. A black Mustang convertible. She's so proud of it. Of course it takes all my concentration and effort to drag myself out of the back seat, but when you are in it, it's really comfortable. This is the end of our Thanksgiving weekend, and Candis is getting ready to leave for science camp tomorrow. Talk about an exciting weekend. Then her birthday is right around the corner. So much to do.
How about art? No time just yet, but I'm mentally planning out a new altered book on memory, featuring elephant paintings that I've been working on. But first I must clean up the studio - yes, again!