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Well then, even with the best of intentions I have not been able to sit down and write in this blog for what feels like forever. I have little to offer other than the story of what I've been up to and a snippet from my sketchbook. I bought the 'good kind' again which has lovely watercolor paper and I've been packing my waterbrush and magic markers on the bus.
While not excuses, I'll tell you there's a whole helluva lot going on in balduffington land:
I'm mildly obsessed with reading and growing stuff. I ate my first garden harvest tonight (mesclun salad mix) and can't get my nose out of a book.
A week from right now I will be in Penland with a little more than 2 weeks to explore my art, get more connected to making work that connects to the world, and making more friends.
I've been getting up early or staying up late painting on the back porch trying to sort out a couple of things before I get to Penland.
I'm re-reading all flavors of art history, appreciation, and criticism (but mostly of the Gombrich and Panofsky and Schapirosort) as planning for a class I'll teach in the Fall. It's funny but re-visiting ideas I first found 10 or 15 years ago is eerie as mostly they've played true in my experience. Thing is that these guys really looked at and really loved art and were seeking ways to mesh it with their lives even if they mostly wrote in an authority voice. It's a warm authority voice.
I've been working on big change at the day job (we implemented a fine new system this week that simply changes the every process we go through while keeping the core values we have and hopefully helping people more.)
And maybe there will be more words soon and maybe there won't be but I'm feeling good about work and play and my real work of making art and instigating necessary change.
onward and upward, I suppose...
Rachael
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