We used to live in Atlanta and now we don't. I think of that on days when it gets over 80 degrees and I feel unable to do anything outdoors or in. Tonight it isn't even that hot, just, slow and summer stalled.

I was eating strawberries when I realised they would make prints. I ate more strawberries.

There are other things I oughtta be doing, I suppose. Writing the stories in my head. Reading works of major or minor literary import. Mourning pop stars. Making pop corn. I don't know.
I'll just make another strawberry print.


If I had greater ambitions I would make a dress form using the paper tape I have up in my studio but have never used. I would apply to the Artists Market at the public market.

I really should say more about the public art project planning meeting I went to the other day. Ok I will, but not tonight.

Rachael