I'm closing off the month of November's sketches with some postcards from my trip to Washington. The Joan of Arc exhibit at the Corcoran Gallery dramatically shows the extent to which people project their wishes, needs, fantasies, and sometimes their own inner monsters onto celebrated figures. Joan of Arc has been revered, reviled, revised, resuscitated, repeatedly, over the centuries since her death. She has been imagined as the androgynous, pious, heroic figure of the 1837 sculpture by Marie d'Orléans, daughter of King Louis-Philippe:
The exhibit featured as well a few titillating Joans with scarcely a stitch on, but these, dear readers, I must leave to your imagination.
We took birthday girl C and two of her friends to Neyla's in Georgetown for dinner, where we shared a table's worth of delicious Lebanese and Mediterranean mezzas! A lovely evening.
Waiting at National airport today, I managed to do sketch number 30 for November, the last of one for each day of the month. Whew, and not a second too soon. December will be the last month of the Twelve Themed Sketchbook year. I will revisit each of the subjects I've pursued so far, making a couple or three sketches on each topic, 31 sketches in all, one for each day of the month. Can't believe the year is almost over.