It's not that I'm having trouble concentrating now that I'm back in the real world with real things like houses and jobs, it's just that nothing seems as important as wandering and wondering. My backyard garden is crazy lush right now, it's all green and growing, alive and buzzing.

I am still amazed at the red red purply red beets I pulled out of the dirt this morning. I don't really know what to do with them except marvel at the color. My beet harvest was just two lil' beets but I can't complain.

We're off to barbeque things and get to know more people and then work will be wacky and it'll be hot in this house and the laundry won't do itself and I'll mean to write more letters than I actually will but, you know, until then I'll think about color and how the hard work of everyday makes the relax of days off that much sweeter than beets, even.

That's all really.

Take care of yourself,
Rachael

It wasn't just the food or the time to do whatever the hell I wanted to do but Penland is pretty.



And full of color.



And I walked away with a full sketchbook, head, and heart. It's going to be weeks of unpacking these ideas, I think but I have committed myself to making more art and trouble. From the time on my lunchbreak I play with clay to the drawing before and after work to the time spent looking and thinking. Lots of folks have been asking me what I made and I can't even really figure it out.

This paper doll below is an image of my memory of my childhood. My dad and I always have had a strong and ownderful bond and I used to sit on his shoulders.



More soon and thanks for bothering to read these wandering words about my wandering around...
take care,
Rachael

Yep, it's back to reality for me after two weeks of sun and twenty four hour access to studios (clay and drawing and anything else I wanted to explore) and great people to talk to and learn from and three good meals a day and the zen practice of chopping fruit to make a salad every morning. I am hooked on getting up early and hooked again on relishing life and so this re-adjustment to reality ought not be too hard. We'll see(of course) and I will try to post some pictures, stories, and plots for revolution soon but the start of summer classes at the school where I work is tommorrow so we'll see how calm I am after the doors open and the chaos comes in. Where creativity lives there is chaos, so I'll just love this calm until then. See ya once I land and thank you! Rachael

I'm now in the middle of the woods at Penland, living and working for two short weeks of 24 hour access top the studios, a crew of interesting artists absorbed with earning new things, good food cooked by great people and served with a smile thrice daily, and a chance to relax, refresh and renew. I didn't bring my computer but I did bring my sketchbook, plenty of paint, and lots of ideas, and I brought my camera so I'll share more in bits and spurts (or spits and burts if you will...and you might) as I geta chance and I will tell the story as best I can when the adventure ends.

I'm rested and well fed, painting and happy. Nothing to complain of, though letters would be nice. Send missives my way (Rachael Baldanza, c/o penland school of crafts, po box 37, penland, nc 28765) or don't. That's OK too...

take care,
Rachael

The first day of school, work, any new adventure is the most nerve-wracking thing for me.
I know who I am and where I'm going (sort of) but I don't ever know I'll fit until I do. So then the planning and packing and preparing to go away is good for me but I'm a little goofy. Less important than whether or not I remember to remember everything (as my mama told me once, all I really need is my wallet, my keys and my sense of self) is the truth that I have a couple of days to get over this stupid, nagging, fear that I'll blow it.
I'll squander my moment to make and then I won't be able to find another one. It's not true but then fears and nagging worries rarely are. I have opportunities to make art every single day. In fact, I could stop typing right now, walk 10 feet and pick up a paint-brush. But my day job (which I love and which sometimes threatens to swallow me whole) is staring me down saying somethings like:
Allllright kid, you've got two weeks to make your silly art and then I've got you in my grip for the rest of the summer and quite possibly the rest of your life!!!
Now, I know this stuff is silly and these are irrational fears but the lure of a few weeks in relative isolation with nothing much to do except make art is so exciting it has me also nervous.
I'm going to stop my babbling right now, put the last couple of things in the suitcase, make my last day at work to do list and most importantly, I think, go sit on the porch and paint a bit.
I've decided to leave the computer (and quite possibly the digital camera) at home so I don't know when I'll be blogging next but when it is, I'll be fresh in/or from my Penland adventure and with more to say, more relaxed and less nervy than now...
thanks for listening and take good care of yourselves, friends,
Rachael