We're really back, after a quick trip to the Atl (looking all sunny and beautiful, shiny and promising), we have come back to the pattern of our daily lives. When we returned there was a solicitation for an art auction to benefit an Atlanta based art mag in our mailbox. It was addressed to me but written to my friend who skipped town for Charlotte a little after we headed back here. Guess when you're gone, you're gone.

No matter. Atlanta was chugging along nicely for what we could tell. The people, places, and details we had packed in our memories were still mostly there. I managed to stumble upon the painter who now rents my old studio. Apparently the paint is still so vivid on the walls that it is seeping through some coats of white paint.

Detrius, remains, and remembering were so much on my mind, that Rebecca Desmarais' work in the Gathering show at Agnes Scott College , made me cry. (Suppose I have to read the other James Elkins book now ). But Demaris gathered togther so many adandoned objects in such a careful and beautiful way, I was deeply affected.

So, now, I'm sure mr stepping friend moose frog goat potato whatever stepper will comment, and I hope you will travel back to someplace you've once been and I'm off to draw some more.

take care,
Rachael