Started to read an excellent little book by Elaine Scarry and started to think. More soon but do take care.


take care,
Rachael

More on and by Prof. Scarry is here and here and here...

A friend of mine from a residency I took a few years back is having an open studio in Raleigh, NC. I share because Anthony's encaustics are deceptively simple, smart in color, and full of life. So, if you can, try getting to Anthony Ulinski's Open Studio .

And since I think open studios are important, I'm happy to share news of yours, but mind you I won't promise for everyone, just give me plenty of heads up time and if I can, I will.


take care,
Rachael

I can't really describe the moment when in a cold vermont night I set out two packs of those grocery store cut daffodils in waterbottles. A few hours later I stepped into my studio to see an amazing blast of yellow. Pure Wordsworth. I will tell you if the clusters of daffodils I bought tonight (yes, I could have spent those couple of bucks on more vegetables, but I think flowers might nourish me more) bloom that wonderfully.

I have been absorbed this week with drawing, reading (about Lily Dale , NY), and being mundane. I made some small trouble, but more is brewing. I'm looking forward to a few days off to really draw (maybe daffodils, definitely some of these blue-ish shadows cast by trees in the snow, probably a few passes at the stained glass windows in the church around the corner). I've been putting some of those drawings off, but my pencils are sharp and tomorrow is not a promise. Just a hope.

Hope that you are staying warm in the cold, being kind to strangers, and looking closely at the images you are drawn to (for me tonight it's Texas watercolorist, Jan Heaton).

Goodnight,
Rachael

Mondays are days when nothing can stop me from painting. I don't have to go to work. I don't have to be at a computer. I don't really have to do all that laundry or call old friends or take walks or make bread or eavesdrop at the coffee shop. Only, that's what I tend to do. I do know that the 'not quite rightness' of my studio is a crutch for avoiding the hard work of painting, and I do know that it won't change by itself, and I do know that my work grows from drawing and observing anywhere and anything.

Weather's nice and nothing was getting done at home so I got gone and my wandering has led me to a university campus where the eavesdropping is rich (so many romances, so many awful roommates, so many looming tests) and there are enough standing and sitting figures to fill any respectable figure painters gesture sketchbook (and a few pages of my messbook/sketchbook). There's a lot of coffee and ideas here and I've got a library card so I'm off to:

• look for elephants in the Index of Christian Art
• browse and possibly even (if I can remember how) read some journals of popular culture, like Americana
• find out more about contemporary art in Lithuania and Slovakia

But with all of this important wandering to do, I wonder why I'm still typing this in? If only to reveal a working process I've noticed in a good many artists/creative troublemakers...that of the open questioning, the blind research into a bunch of seemingly random things ( you know I'd have to research it, but I'm pretty sure that's how Dennis Oppenheim comes up with stuff like this , and the need to share.

I've noticed that a lot of my blog-energy has of late taken the space that used to be filled by painting and being social, working, etc. If you notice a slip of entries, it may simply mean that I've made another friend. Or, that I'm sitting in a small room making messes, some of which may be as exciting as the stuff the elephants make . A girl can dream...

see ya,
Rachael

Amazing but true, I realized tonight that sometimes people need permission to be creative. We need to know it's ok to play. We have to hear, see, or feel that we won't be punished if we break the rules.

The results of granting this permission, is a magnificent display of creativity, a community of makers, and an artshow that is not about the precious object but all about the ways in which we make, communicate and interact.

The Paper Sculpture show was a lot of fun but now I'm tired.

Accept this permission, grant it to others, and have some fun with ordinary materials. There is no good reason why you can't make something fabulous. (like a styrofoam print or a seed pod bracelet or just make your bed. But you don't need permission from me, you can give yourself permission.

goodnight,
Rachael