a few weekends ago I had the pleasure of escorting my girlfriend Christine and her uber talented daughter, Sydney, to Rhode Island, the state where I was married, to visit the Rhode Island School of Design **SIGH**. Those of you who know me well enough, know that this school has been wooing me for years. As art schools go, this school is the BOMB. And I swear after this visit If I wasn't married, and I didn't own a home, and if I had a spare $41, 000 a year socked away somewhere, I'd be starting my application drawing of a bicycle right now. The trip started with a strong cup of Chai tea and a beautiful ferry sunset. A few hours later we were sitting at the Moorings in Newport, eating lobster (well, to be honest, they ate lobster, I had a cheeseburger). We stayed at the most adorable B&B and in the morning ate breakfast at a little cafe, went to see the 40 Steps and then headed to Providence. We walked the museum, bough sweatshirts, and had the best cup of Chai tea I've ever had in my life. THen it was time for the tour. I was, to say the least, giddy as kid, and I'm pretty sure I was more interested in the studios and the campus than any of the actual students-to-be in the group were. It's hard to explain, but this felt so natural to me,and I could imagine getting up and actually going to class there. And it wasn't the longing for college life, I've done that, twice.The first time in Buffalo, and I loved it. And it wasn't the fact that these kids had the world at their fingertips, and I am just a part time artist, trying to create in between cleaning the house or going to work. Or maybe it was, I don't really know. All I know is when the tour ended and the late afternoon sun washed across the Fleet Library I was left with a feeling of sadness and loss. I guess it was a bit of regret, for not being more creative, not being more of an artist. So many things that I still want to try are out there, and I'm the only one standing in my way. Letterpress, glass blowing, textiles...Sydney won't be attending RISD, because she was accepted with a full ride to her #1 pick, Syracuse. And probably a good thing for me, because I'd want to keep visiting her, and I know I'd leave every time with that sam sense of loss and longing for the true Art Education I missed out on.