My sister, Breon, has a studio near Penn Station in Baltimore. It's a big, post-industrial space now occupied by artists. Trains rumble by as one works, bells ringing, the ground shaking. This past week I worked in Breon's studio. I purchased rice paper from the art supply store at MICA and drew on it with a brush and ink. Also, I drew on scrap paper that Breon had given me that I'd pasted to more paper. The scraps were what remained from invitations for my niece's wedding. B