"What's My Line?"

Remember all those lines we drew the other day? We spent the weekend painting them. Hundreds and hundreds of lines. Miles and miles of lines. The worst part, for the scenic artists, is the realization that nobody (except, maybe, another scenic artist) will have the slightest notion of all the work that went into creating this floor.



Of course, life isn't all work and no play. My intern, Sheri, is a delight to be with. And my letterboxing friends Hunter and Cara were in town, so I sweet talked them into having lunch with us.