Last week like half of the country I had a lovely string of days off from work. Days to spend listening, eating, painting, car-hunting (bought one), re-friending (letter sending), and spending time with my favorite people. Sure, sure, I like my job but the best part of working is time off. I slept late and piddled away long stretches of time. What we do to feed our bodies is one thing, what we do to feed our selves is another.
And the break was just the right size, I think, because somewhere in the middle of all that time off I started to miss my regular routine. A nine to five with great people and a mission I believe in is good for me, keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. I would not change working everyday to help others make art in a hybrid amateur and professional context.

I've been staring at nasturtiums, the irises in bloom at the corner garden, and just about everything I can find to draw.
I brought some 6 x 6's down to ROCO the other day, especially since I really like the video they've put up of the For Drawing Sake show they had last fall (one of the best shows I've seen in a while but I am as partisan as they come).
The Alison Saar show was a nice treat, floating moths inside sculptures rewarded careful looking and the maternal themes, I think it's still up for a few more minutes so if you are in Rochester, get to see it. And if you're not, well, I can't tell you what to see or not see then.

Back to work, then, for there oughtta be pleasures and rewards in work and work in play. take care, Rachael