Open Mic Again (and a White Daily-Carry!)

 

3/1/26 Open mic at Cocoa Legato, Greenwood neighborhood

Ching and I had so much fun at Cocoa Legato’s open mic session a couple of weeks ago that we went again, and this time Natalie came with us. Last time, attendance was a bit sparse, but word must have gotten out, because we could hardly find a table on Sunday. I’m happy that business has picked up for this unique chocolate and music venue.

I think I captured all the participating vocalists except the few who were onstage while I was scarfing down my avocado toast with chocolate nibs. (Yes, it was delicious! All their surprising entrees taste better than they initially seem like they would!)

Newsflash: For the first time in years, my daily-carry sketch journal contains white paper! How radical! As much as I love using colored Uglybooks for almost all types of sketching, around this time of year, I start missing the opportunity to use color when I’m out walking and spot a blossoming tree.

The first sketch in this book is dated 7/2/20, but all I had to
do was look at the sticker on the cover to know the era in which
I started it.

As happens, I was looking through some sketchbooks and came upon an old pocket-size, softcover Stillman & Birn Beta that I had started during the pandemic. After using the first half, I abandoned it, possibly because I had discovered Hahnemühle. Anyway, I seem to be on a mission to complete partially used sketchbooks, so it was a fortuitous find in my stash. If it works, it will enable me to use color spontaneously without having to carry an additional book (and therefore an additional tote).

It’s most likely a brief interlude; half of a 52-page book isn’t going to last me long as a daily sketch journal. It’ll be long enough, though, to decide whether I can tolerate its bulkiness as a daily-carry. I enjoy using colored pages too much to switch permanently, but maybe it would be a good change during the more colorful seasons.

For the record, it does bother me that I’ve broken the chronological continuity of my daily sketch journal process in Uglybooks, which I’d maintained for more than two years. How weird to proceed in the middle of a sketchbook half-filled with random sketches, especially from the worst of all years, 2020! After pondering for a while, though, I reminded myself not to be a slave to my own “rules.” It’s the daily practice that’s important, not the book I use.