We worked all day, we sniffed out a house that wasn't right, and while I want to call old friends I simply don't have the energy.When it rains I will pull out my paints and paint the spilling water from the sky in the true colors I see. Deep blues and cold greys and greens. everything is moving slightly; branches, bunches of green, and shadows.

There is a part of making art which is (and this was sung like a mantra when I was in art school, mind you) trusting the process. Simply accepting that the end result is sometimes unknowable, that there is a reason for every set back and a point at which sometimes the motion of making is more meaningful that the carefully planned result. It's a lesson I am still learning and getting wet is not a bad thing to help teach.

Damn cat is eating my zinnia though so time to teach her a lesson...

Deb's lead to Kumi Korf's lovely book is a true treat.

take good care kids,
Rachael

See what the art school kids are doing and support support support! Go ACA100 !

Rachael

Three simple joys on a day off.

My catalog found me. It's sexy but I can't afford much right now. Not a problem really, clay is cheap. I've got my pinching and my slabbing and my wobbly wheeling to keep me busy.

And Zinnias potted and pretty were $1 each at the public market. Color, resilience

Tommorrow it'll be reading, drawing and hunting houses.

Take care,
Rachael

According to the Atlanta Journal ACA and SCAD are close to merging...

Full disclosure first: I used to work for the Atlanta College of Art , I hung around that school for many a day over many years, and I think they're about to make a big stupid mistake.

I don't live in the neighborhood anymore but I still listen in on the Atlanta ARTNEWS listserve and that's where I learned that smarmy SCAD is gonna smerge with ACA. Even though ACA has a great faculty, a nice reputation, some high falutin alum, and a primo little spot next door to the new Renzo Piano building, it looks like the little art school will be joining up with an unaccreditated, slicker than oil, scam of an art school.

I'm far away from that drama but I have a real hope that art schools exist for more than just money from gullible 18 year olds who want to be hip. Art schools can be places where real education happens, where connections can be formed between young artists and those who know, make and show, and where the emphasis is on creativity, hard work and content.

Not $.

Ick. And you know, any school that secretly makes major decisions is a school that doesn't give a crap about its students and teachers. Disappointing.

take care,
Rachael

Here's what SCAD says .

When walking I wonder and lately I've been wondering a lot. I have been keeping busy and taking on lots of responsibility and thus drawing less. Today I even left my sketchbook home. No big thing for a normal kid, but I'm a sketchbook clutcher. Not just my security blanket, these books are places I can be sure to be creative. So if I don't draw everyday do I still add to the creative well and make my work stronger somehow and how do I know if I am not working much. Am I becoming too day job and too little artist? And for what?

It's pace: I've been waking up at 6:30, getting to work at 7:30, lightly lunching at 1:30, stepping away from my desk at 5 to look at houses, gulp dinner and get back for clay class at 6:30, which ends at 9:30 so I can get to bed by 11. It's a breakneck pace that is truly temporary and much self-imposed.

It's place: The environment I work in is enormously creative but it completely lacks privacy, so public I can't even think the word 'alone'. And home is currently a holding pattern of the temporary apartment rigged up as we look for our first real home (fireproof of course). And I can't tell you how much I miss the familiar people and places of Atlanta or even the old house. Place doesn't fit yet, but it will someday.

It's space: Or more true, a need for. Where oh where is my studio? I'm still and will still and can still squat space at work and I do have room to make clay but a place to be messy, a place to create, a place that is ours is potential not actual.

Grumble, grumble, hiss but really these are surmountable obstacles and all is a creative challenge. I resolve to give less to my dayjob (yup, I'm taking lunch and leaving when 8 hours is up- my job is a great one but I do not get paid enough to give the blood I give), remember that the house search is temporary, adapt in whatever way I can my workplace (there are strategies I have yet to try), carve spaces to make art wherever I can for the now and the soon, and draw it all up in mandatory art-making sessions at the begin or the end of each day.

I'm around art students all the time and all of the working artists I know have daily doubts, questions, concerns, thoughts, anxieties and everything elses about the money, time, commitment, and marketing required to make art for more than just oneself. If we don't share our doubts, the art students won't know and the whole system can never change. It may never be easy to follow your gut to make art but it can be easier, I think. I hope. I dream.

So, I'll turn the computer off, turn the sketchbook on, share a painting with you from a couple of months ago when I was actively painting (see below), and wash the nonsense out of my head. There is a reason for all the work I do (dayjob and making art) and I am certainly not the only kid working this hard. There's a comfort, too, to the fact that even without solid space or place the pace keeps me going, albeit going fast.

take care,
Rachael

Below is Uplift and Improvement, 2005 and it did survive the fire.