..........watercolor live from the second set, into Sunday night.
Kat, Joanne and I, brunched at the bar. The 'look' is from there.
The room was loud, folks in out of chilly rain, big breakfasts,
big tables full of friends and lots of chatter and Ray's music
floated up and over, a layer of the Santisi trio and everyone
seemed to drop their forks for a sincere spread of applause
as Patricia introduced them. Then the trio's three solos were
capped by Joe Hunt's solo on drums and Patricia joined them...

below are second and third stages of this small watercolor.

early afternoon, I've filled in the ceiling and laid a darker wash
over the second set brunch crowd and here I've dropped the
brightness of the image to create an emphasis on the stage.

above are the early watercolor notes I left Ryles with right after
Ray and Patrcia's second set. I had that second guy who was
sitting at the bar leaning back and later decided to have him lean
forward and to look down the aisle at other folks at their tables.
Loved a littlest jazz listener in the stroller by the side of the table
in front of me, dad with his arm on top and mom across the table.

Wednesday afternoon, pouring in Boston, even put kitchen heat on.
I teach tonight at the MFA. Walking down to the MFA with raingear
and an umbrella with the gusting Northeaster winds was a challenge.
Felt like Zorro, quickly answering changes in directions of the wind
by turning the umbrella into shifting gusts to keep it from collapsing.

This is the eighth (as the Diva said) iteration, and I had to bring back
Ray Santisi's hair from the anonymous dark it had drifted into. It was
careful scratching with a sharp blade and then add his glorious grey.