We went to the Hollywood Bowl the other night, and thanks to some good friends who came with us, we were able to sit right up front just below the stage. We ate dinner my wife prepared and relaxed to listen to an evening of Ravel. It was great, and a great opportunity to sketch.
Every day I drive to work past one of the largest cemetaries in Southern California. Yesterday I happened to glance up at the hill above the road and saw the scene I’ve sketched here for exactly one second before returning my attention to 45 mph traffic. The two musicians were apparently professionals, dressed in dark uniforms, one playing a violin, the other playing one of those large bass guitars mariachi musicians use. Were they paid to play at the gravesite by a grieving relative? Or were they playing to a fallen comrade? Whatever the reason, it was an interesting and oddly touching visual. One second isn’t long, but long enough to retain and recall enough to make this sketch this morning from memory.