Well, now, everybody was sweet about helping me cope with big city (f)art scene envy (Deb sent show cards from Bellwetherand other hipster galleries, lotsa folks emailed me tricks to connect this sorta scene, and plenty more reminded me "scene, schmene"). And then I got too dang busy to worry about it.

Last night I sat in my studio and mucked around with all these little (3 inch and 4inch and 9 inch by 1 inch and all those scrippity scraps) bits of color and pattern, orpahned ideas and moments from old paintings. They started in Atlanta in a different place and now I'm trying to make them new, relavant to here, and bold.

The past week has been a busy one of starts and stops, impossible tasks crossed off lists, spring sneaking out of the ground. I've been walking around a little more than I usually do, listening in to strangers talk. and you know, when the sun comes out, so comes a bit of doing what needs to be done.

The other day I got all my haircut off because it seemed like a good idea. It's lighter, less vain, more shake n'bake or shake n'go or whatever she said. Plus I look pretty hipster for our trip to DC this weekend.

We went to see Michael Kimmelman talk the other night. While I haven't read his book yet, I was impressed with his slideshow and the stories he told. It was simply clear that he followed his passion, looked and listened and his project was a democratic one. Even if the idea that Lucian Freud can go to the National Gallery in the middle of the night remains an utterly revolting thought for me. Why does any man have that kind of access?! Yes, I know...He's an important painter. We have princes. We have serfs. It's screwy and I'm back to my little squares...

see ya,
Rachael

Things is busy at work and I'm coming home hungry and tired (but satisfied). Last night when I thought I'd collapse, instead I snuck away and mucked around on another of my daffodil paintings. Walking through my neighborhood I can't help but notice that plants are beginning to come up from the ground. Sticking their heads up and starting to get a little color.

I did notice that The Cooperstown Art Association has calls for national and regional shows.

But, now, my friends I'm off to my studio again to spill and splash color, to see how bulbs can grow, to see if I can draw as the shoots grow and to stop thinking about my endless to do list and the calls I really do mean to return as soon as I can...I want to just think color, line, shape, form and growth...

see ya,
Rachael

Somedays I get little art scene envy, my friends. I remember eyedrum and fishbone andJustine and Ruth Laxson and MOCA in Atlanta. I blogsurf and see all the projects and people and ideas and galleries and open studios and whatnot that Carolyn has in Seattle and Anna has in San Fran and Todd is swimming in NYC (when he's not in Spain that is) and I notice that Martin has no shortage of art to see in DC.

I wonder if my beloved and happily returned to region of upstate new dork (what we used to call it back in high school) isn't as culturally backward and forgettable as it felt in my adolescence. My face falls. I stare at my feet.

And then twenty minutes later I'm convinced again that art gets made anywhere and enough folks with a passion to create, dilligence, smarts, and the time to brew careful and honest art are as present per capita in my neighborhood as they are in yours. I swear I can prove it, only I'm a little sleepy tonight. But I stand tall in my knowledge that if I see as many artists working hard, if I hear as much creativity as I do, if there continues to be profiles and expanded arts coverage... it's just gotta be real. There is a creative community here in Rochester.

And all over upstate. Ithaca seems to be teeming with artists and Buffalo has a pretty good art scene (living is cheap, it's too cold to be pretentious and Ani is there making things a little easier for Hallwalls and what not).

I'm going to try to calm my big city envy because I really am where I want to be. I have fewer obstacles to making art than ever before (the landlord called the other day to offer me more space to paint in, would that ever happen in a big city?) and when I want to ride public transportation to a big art fair I can get my behind to Toronto. Our fast ferry , Rochester's very own "springfield monorail " is going to be running soon but alas not soon enough to get us to the glowing house in time.

Thats it and there ain't no more for tonight except that I am collecting more upstate artstate info and will continue to fill you in on it. No more art scene envy for me, kids, I gotta better things to do with my time. Draw, sleep, and work. Rinse and repeat.

take good care,
Rachael

So the report is short: the weekend was sunny and warm-ish, we ate good food and spent good time with family, I spent more time cleaning and reading than I did drawing and painting but tonight looks different. I am inspired by watching little kids dressed up in pastels going bonkers for eggs and chocolate. I want to mix everything with white and paint pastels. Maybe (hopefully) it'll pass but in the meantime, I've got a treat to share from my inbox: 

OPEN CALL

With this open call, Art in General publicly launches its new commissions program to develop and exhibit, in its galleries or beyond, challenging new projects by artists. The application process invites New York-based artists to propose projects in any medium or discipline, from painting to sculpture to performance to video to other, perhaps undefined, types of art or inter-disciplinary work.

This open call is for artists with studio or post-studio artistic practices. It has no thematic or spatial parameters. Artists can choose to present a proposal based on long-standing or emerging interests. The selected proposals will be developed and presented during 2005–2006.

VISIT OUR WEBSITE FOR MORE INFO: www.artingeneral.org
DEADLINE FOR APPLICATIONS: MAY 15, 2005

I sure like the cheerleaders...

Ok, see ya,
Rachael

Do we ever truly know all the secrets hidden in our neighborhoods?

Granted that I'm still new around here but I keep finding that there are plenty of smart painters around here and other artists blogging and creative people drawing and sharing daily. This is a creative community and lookit, Mike K.is coming to town.

Today I heard a seven year old girl sing, "I love to draw, I love to draw, I love to, I love, I love to...DRAW!" over and over and over again. Why do so many people lose that? What fer?

This stuff...the making, the messing, the sharing, the changing, the connecting...is the important stuff. Isn't it?

"I love to draw, I love to draw, I love to, I love, I love to...DRAW!"
"I love to draw, I love to draw, I love to, I love, I love to...DRAW!"
"I love to draw, I love to draw, I love to, I love, I love to...DRAW!"

Below is an attempt, sloppy but fun, to draw in photoshop. I'll be sticking to my pencil and paintbrush mostly but we learn by trying and changing, growing and going, more soon...

Keep singing it, kids, and take good care,
Rachael