I stumbled upon some resources on the work of John Biggers, whose line, whose narratives, whose work continues to impress me. That powerful drawing above is an early work and that's what I think about sometimes. How we can see promise in the marks of the artwork of children, how those who are drawn to draw will always find ways to draw, and how much can be said with light and dark. Sleeping boy sleeps.

Basic Biggers from a Boston show.

Extensive teaching resource from the Getty center

Biggers essay from the extensive American studies resources in Virginia

A beautiful Biggers in the Driskell collection

bigger and better, baby, I'm off to draw some and sleep some and fight the good fight to help more people draw better, bigger, bolder...

take care,
Rachael

Phew! In time for the January 15th deadline, I have my application for a prestigious and simply wonderful art opportunity ready to send. I don't wanna jinx it and my fingers are so tightly crossed it's a little hard to type...but the feeling the relief of putting the whole package together is nice.

That's about all I've been doing (aside from day job work) this week, but I did start a painting class. The teacher is one well known for his honesty, his ability to push painters hard, and his humor. So far the combo is very helful and the other students are focused, smart, and productively painting their own work, at their own pace, in their own way.

Community is inspiring, as is a kick in the ass to make the work better, better, better, keep looking at it, keep listening to it, keep engaging with it. That's the whole fun of painting, drawing, even blabbity blabbing in this forum.

Ah, yes, but now, I am ready to sleep. See ya!

Rachael

Good movie . Visually rich, fantastic music, and a story that kept me amused and amazed. But then I really liked Rushmore (guess I'm not alone) and The Royal Tennebaums too. Just something so satisfying about seeing this particular smart parody of scientific documentaries.

I've been reading old national geographics and looking up the trees in my area and thinking about how the things that grow where you are have a presence in the person you become. I'll work it all out but to do that I end this little blogentry and get back to drawing and writing.

Take care,
Rachael

Sometimes a poem is all I need to spark new fresh thoughts. Marsden's dogtown looked different after hearing Charles. More poems here, (more Charlie Olson) free, and freely told by those who wrote 'em.

Cold, beautiful winter days make me want to travel to the end of the earth and think, paint, and share.

Reading Anna's recent entry about the way she uses the internet in her work has me thinking. I too am pretty amazed at the ways this web of working artists, art lovers, art thinkers, and civilians has been helpful in my own process. I am inspried by the community here and even though I hardly get a chance to reply to comments or emails, I read 'em and think 'em through. Honest.

And honestly, I'm obsessed with the story of the American Chestnut. Blight. Regrowth. Big beautiful trees. I wanna find a tree...

One benefit of working in an arts education program is that I can learn as well as help others learn, so my class starts soon and I'm hoping to get some help in pointing my work in a slightly different direction. I ordered some new stuff last week and stocked up at the post christmas sales but I can't keep my hands off my new schtuff. All my school supplies will be major mucked up by the time I show up at the first class. Oh well. So goes it.

take care,
Rachael

by the way, more residency links are here