I spent some time tonight drawing with a great bunch of college kids who are volunteering for a big open house at the art school where I work. These are kids (I use the term lightly, they're college kids) who have normal, get-a-job-kind of majors at a University that will look nice on their resumes and they are smart. Because the school doesn't let non-majors take studio art classes, these guys started a creative arts club. And because they kindly offered to help serve donut holes and wedge clay on Saturday for our show and tell, I brought some ink and pencils and small still life objects to their meeting to do a drawing boot camp. It's ridiculously easy and fun to draw with strangers. I urge it for everyone.

Now, this weekend is shaping up to be a bizz-izz-y one for me. There's the Art Bars opening on Friday night and the Open House on Saturday. Luckily, I only have to get dolled up for the art bars thing and that's only because my work is going to hang on a wall alongside Carrie's and that's a bit daunting. I'm daunted. So I spent my lunch break I running around looking for a fancy shirt and tomorrow I'll run around looking for a haircut. I'm pretty excited to see those chocolate bars, to meet the other 2005 artists, to spend some more time in the People's Republic of Ithaca. But with all the running around getting ready for all the show and tells and openings and open houses and new houses and all that...
I'm wondering why everything can't be slower. More mundane and less anxiety, please. But if you happen to be anywhere in upstate new york, I'd love to meet you this weekend. I'll be the one running around eating chocolate bars, in the new shirt, drawing with stangers.

Take good care and stay outta trouble,
Rachael