Rachel Perry

Walked the steps over to my studio with coffee and stayed in my pajamas, working, until noon. A much needed day with nothing on the calendar

Early airport pick up. Michael Chabon’s Cavalier and Clay opera (Met HD) at Shalin Liu. Then La Voile for Benjamin Zander’s birthday dinner.

Studio time preparing, shooting image for 74-foot mural at Tufts (stay tuned) with the amazing Julia F. Addison Gallery opening with Calders

I completed a 20-year performance today: at 2:50 pm I bought the same four items from my son’s CVS receipt, on the same date, at same store.

Hair appointment, jury panel, call with Tufts about mural project and then captivating Boston Ballet performance with my Gardner Museum pals

Hair appointment, jury panel, call with Tufts about mural project and then captivating Boston Ballet performance with my Gardner Museum pals

“Do you have glue at your studio?” asks little C. After nap I left for excellent Rachel Vogel talk at the Addison Gallery on Parasol Prints.

On duty today as sweet little C. went into Children’s Hospital. Was a long day and he’s a trooper. Happy to be here to help out with Miss M.

After yoga I shopped and made a cheesy skillet pasta bake for MACK this morning. C. goes to hospital for procedure and we have “a sleepover”

Boston’s golden dusk lights a short contrail and sparkling pinpoint of a plane reflects. Moments later it’s just a Dickinson dash in the sky

I finished my Quilt for Democracy square. It’s simple, nothing measured, just eyeballed. “VOTE” in red on blue with white cyclone stitching.

Low key day, after tromping on roof with hammers, and a mallet (I assisted), doing what they say not to do—knocking icicles to keep H2O away

I am in People magazine. @kaiagerber started a book group @libraryscience and @jamiejquatro‘s. “I Want to Show You More” is No. 1. My cover!

I wish every curator would read Nick Cave’s response to Wim Wenders comments on the narrowing of cultural imagination of this moment in time

Some got three feet of snow today, but I think we got about 10 inches. It’s been so blowy it is hard to tell. Tomorrow we shovel out and see

Read first 93 pages of my sister’s draft novel this afternoon in one sitting and can’t wait to get back to it tomorrow. A snow day pleasure!

More snow today (3 inches). Talked to Mom who wanted to know what I’m working on (colored twist ties). Wuthering Heights with Mollie and Bob

Walked with Jan, discussed modalities. Made black bean and orange soup. Finished ICA/Boston Collection Artist Questionnaire. Correspondence.

Attended the panel talk for “Persona” at Gardner Museum, then high-tailed over to Berklee for joyous “Unified” performances of future stars.

Double sports then in the studio finishing some writing projects, working on Tufts Jackson Wall mural. Made citrus chicken ramen for dinner.

For first day of the year of the Fire Horse, we did “Burn it Up” yoga class. I played paddle tennis, we worked, then Gardner Museum opening.

Free day, no schedule. So got all the paperwork done—okay MOST of it. Still working on ICA Collection forms. But books balanced, bills paid.

I hosted Prometheus Circle donors of Manship Artist Residency at my studio for Keef Knight presentation of his good work. My part was cookies

In preparation for 20 studio visitors tomorrow I made four dozen tiny chocolate chip cookies, molasses with black pepper and orange cookies.

Flight cancelled. Hotel sleep for a few hours. To Boston eventually for Sally Mann talk at MFA and then Ben’s Bruckner 7th at Symphony Hall.

Tangy, pillowy—Beach Rock Bill’s descriptors for best named hazy, “Art is Hard” at North Park, with traditional smash burger before red eye.

Rainy and chilly for Solana Beach. Inside hang out, yoga, lunch at Haggo’s Tacos. Olympic watching while playing with Baby B., Bill’s bowls!

We walked down to Pacific with Baby B., played, had leftover Thai for lunch. Groceries, cooked. Jimmy ate seven of my chocolate chip cookies

We were all day with sweet Beckett, playing with his toys, walking to Claire’s for breakfast burritos, reading books, visiting Bill at Pure.

From four degrees below zero this morning in Cleveland, shoes squeaking on the snow, to 75 degrees and sun sweaty in San Diego by afternoon.