Rainy, rainy. Coffee turns into tea turns into a nap: it's quiet without the interns, sleepy without the sun. I should have packed only sweatshirts; the mornings are cold like camping and when it rains the studio begs for a sweatshirt and a mug of something warm. The only thing we need is a fireplace, but I suppose with solvents in every room it might not be wise.

We tried to dye the pulp that we beat yesterday, Chris and I, or really Chris, while I watched and got in the way taking pictures. We mixed and mixed and mixed and the dye's easy enough to get to the right color, but the pulp soaks it up unevenly so that the brown dye made muted purple fiber. Melissa suggested walnut dye, the way the ladies at Cave Paper use it, painting it on formed sheets sized with gelatin. You can buy walnut dye from Talas, but this is WSW, and this is the country, so when it stops raning I'll go look for nuts in the backyard that we'll soak and boil. In the meantime: Audrey Hepburn, chai, and curating & folding all of the prints.