Still recovering from Copenhagen’s Culture Night (Friday) and have no sketches to show for it, although it was fun surfing the tide of humanity in and out of concerts, Danish military drills, museums, 12th century ruins under a palace, the halls of power at the Danish Parliament (think: Borgen), and a unique ballet on the Botanical Garden’s lake, where a glowing sprite danced eerily on the water. It was ingeniously done: a projector beamed the will-‘o-the-wisp onto clouds of fog and it danced on the lake to insistent cello orchestrations (which I can’t get out of my head) for a superbly stirring effect.
A friend took his family to kid-friendly venues. At the Ministry for the Environment, kids made their own crepes in a fire-pit and a deer was gutted and grilled; at an art museum, a room-sized chocolate-colored clay birthday cake complete with lit candles featured the artist herself embedded nude in the frosting.
The Royal Drum Corps beat a night tattoo using glow-in-the-dark drumsticks. At the finish the sticks were tossed in a whirl of pink, green and blue into the the crowd. Antman caught one and slipped it in his coat pocket. Whenever we lost each other in the surging crowds, he held it high as a beacon to guide me back to safe harbor.
This Wednesday we head off to Paris, our first trip. I’m practicing my bon jours and s’il vous plaits and sharpening pencils, and I have a question for you: what’s your favorite place to sketch in Paris? Let me know, and I’ll try to go there and make a drawing. Thanks in advance for your recommendations.