We worked all day, we sniffed out a house that wasn't right, and while I want to call old friends I simply don't have the energy.When it rains I will pull out my paints and paint the spilling water from the sky in the true colors I see. Deep blues and cold greys and greens. everything is moving slightly; branches, bunches of green, and shadows.

There is a part of making art which is (and this was sung like a mantra when I was in art school, mind you) trusting the process. Simply accepting that the end result is sometimes unknowable, that there is a reason for every set back and a point at which sometimes the motion of making is more meaningful that the carefully planned result. It's a lesson I am still learning and getting wet is not a bad thing to help teach.

Damn cat is eating my zinnia though so time to teach her a lesson...

Deb's lead to Kumi Korf's lovely book is a true treat.

take good care kids,
Rachael