Yesterday, Julia and I were in charge of making dinner, while the crew went down to nicollet to prime some walls.
On the bus, and off to Midtwon Global Market. We shopped, we shimmied, we stopped to play chess.
Erstwhile (that is, beforehand, Mr. B.P. himself was sketching out the Reverend Doctor M.L.K.
Later, back at the ranch, we got to chopping up our Quesadilla content.
And here's where it starts to get reaaaall interesting. We piled into a van, just as the sun was beginning to crest over the ol' horizon, and dusk was slowly descending on the Minnesota cityscape. We made our way to a park with a big ol' white wall primed for our brushes... or, in last night's case, our sharpies. We projected a line drawing by Mr. Steve Lane on to the wall, and got to drawing.
(with the projection)
(sans projection)
Though, I should correct myself a little. We didn't get started on putting sharpie to wall right off the cuff. There were some issues with our transparency. So, while Steve rushed off to save the night, we drew charcoal over the pinholes on our big pounce pattern.
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