Well sometimes the world is easy to bump into. Today I learned an important lesson about distractions. I crashed my car into another car because I was not paying enough attention. Nobody was hurt. My car was totaled and his was mucked up in the front a little. My freedom of travel will be reigned in a bit (it's OK I like the bus) and the following things were shocked back into me:

People are more often kind and forgiving than not. The gentleman I hit didn't scream at me for being such a knucklehead, a total stranger stopped his car in the middle of a busy intersection to help, and all along the process people were nice. Over and over I heard, "that's why they call it an accident".

Accepting responsibility and taking the consequences of your actions is incredibly important, free-ing, and swallowing pride is good sometimes. I'll be paying a ticket for running a red.

We move too fast in this world. Sometimes the world will slow us down.

This happens too often. Would that I looked a little more carefully at the road and thought less about the things I had to do.

The sculptures of John Chamberlain will never look the same.

True friends are the ones who pick you up and dust you off. Thanks Kerry, thanks John.

Drive safely and know that I will too, once I'm ready to buckle in again. Mercifully no one was hurt. No one was hurt. Phew. No one was hurt.

Rachael

Janna Levin talked tonight in Rochester. Though I don't speak theoretical physics and cosmology seems overwhelming, her language, her passion, her knowledge, her ideas were thoroughly accessible and thrilling. I'll try to scan and put up some of my lecture notes but for now, enjoy her interview on the Stephen Colbert Report. Part 1 of Janna Levin on the Colbert Report


Part 2

Part 3

Rachael

The museum I work for has a big fund-raising art fair every year over the weekend after labor day. All staff work all weekend making sure the whole thing happens without a hitch. Today the hitch was non-stop rain and low attendance. I couldn't bring the sun out but I could smile, make coffee, talk to those who came, keep my volunteers smiling, pass around M&M's and compliments and remember that the end of the world will look a lot different than a grey sky, a muddy ground and a fairly empty party. Plus, you know, I wouldn't be smiling if I didn't believe in what I do.
I feel for the exhibitors (soggy tents and hours of standing there waiting for people to come in) and I know we'll be trying to creatively raise some more money this year, but I was pleased to see my colleagues and friends smiling too.

take care,
Rachael

Nothing like reading smart books under big trees in September. Thinking. Listening to other people's projects. I've even been reading scholarly essays with all their footnotes and fine points (some, not so fine). My couple of grad classes started the other day and gave me a burst of energy I needed to start to put some ideas together... Somewhere in the bottom of my backpack or under my painting table or misplaced in the cabinet with the plates are a few good ideas about the what, where, when and why of art. The questions are swimming around my head like so many tadpools in a murky swamp:What sticks so much about drawing and painting for some? Where do all the people who start art schools go to when they drop out? Where are all of these art communities and why don't they intersect more? Why can't there be truly documented and described stories of art outside cities like New York and Paris and London? When did artists start sketching in city streets and could anyone sketch? When am I going to have time to answer these questions? Why do we have to keep going back to the same small pool of dead French thinkers for truth? Why draw? Why so many divergent questions?
This is just the beginning again of what will probably be another long course of study but one in which I will also continue to do the good practical work in the footservice of arts education and in the making of my own art...which this week consisted of endless swirls of lines of every color, not unlike the stuff in my head...

take care,
Rachael

On the Buffalo Rising site right now there are a series of video based studio visits including this charming Buffalo little Ani Hoover and A J Fries visit . Ani Hoover's work is some powerful, joyful, bold and beautiful stuff.

Rachael