Right before making these paintings, I was shocked and a little dejected at the Amtrak station in Portland. I had planned on leaving that evening, but timing would have another plan for me: painting in the park. I am really glad it worked out this way. It was first thursday in Portland and the Pearl district was kicking with the polite laughter of gallery patrons and passerbys. I had the fortune of a couple of strangers passing my little set-up and admiring my work– this being my third plein air endeavor, but the first of one where people are around to gawk and gander. I had the fun challenge of the light rapidly changing from a soft afternoon lambency to the harsh sodium-vapor glow.
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Goin to Sandy’s River and a Glass museum in Portland
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I felt something was needed to be added to the Montana painting. The interesting thing about painting is that it abstracts reality with texture. And when you see painterly clouds in real life. Painting them doesn’t convey the initial awe and dumbfoundment when you see clouds that look strangely heavy and smooth, more like skipping stones than condensation. I wanted to convey that unearthly suspended feeling by using these elements. That same unhinged feeling was present that day in the field near the lake. What is “Splig” you ask? I don’t know. A name, perhaps, of a type of cloud that doesn’t exist.
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Last weekend, some friends and I traveled to Montana for a wedding, appreciating the natural beauty from the view of car window. We stopped and gazed at this scene, traintracks just below this grassy cliff. The water, we found, was crisp, nearby rocks seemed to be destined as sunbasking chaises. We might have spent only a little more than a half an hour here, but time stretched in such a way that you can say these are the moments of our lives.
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Fool’s Gold: Making Something from Nothing and Freeing your Creative Process
By Wooldridge, Susan (Book – 2007)
Summary: The author is wonderfully well-read. Anecdotes sprinkle this book through with quotes by Zen masters and poets and tips on how to be more creative. She describes her collage processes, her poetry composition, how she inspires others, and how they inspire her. This book is a heartwarming collage of words, love and a respect of human nature.
Review: Reading this book, it felt like a poor man’s Annie Dillard piece. For those who don’t know me very well, I would like to express how truly impressed I am with Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. To say that this is for the Dillard lover, on a budget, so to speak, is a fairly high recommendation. In this book there are some places where she dwells on her father’s death and her feeling of loss during her recent divorce, but I suppose that it adds a flavor that some people who have gone through those events can well appreciate, though not I. I particularly like her style of poetry, her emphasis on the accessibility. Anyone can write with flowery dignity and express something unique and special that can move you to a smile or tears. It’s not for special people, but anyone who can think of synonyms can eventually compose something original and thoughtful.
Rating: 7 bouts of torschlusspanik, which is German, literally “door shut panic,” the fear of closing doors and letting go of options
Favorite part:
“It’s important to be heroic, ambitious, productive, efficient, creative, and progressive, but these qualities don’t necessarily nurture soul. The soul has different concerns, of equal value: downtime for reflection, conversation, and reverie; beauty that is captivating and pleasuring; relatedness to the environs and to people; and any animal’s rhythm of rest and activity.”—Thomas Moore, p.85
Wine-pairing: Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard.
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I used to have this recurring dream as a child. There was a bridge. It was at Ala Moana Boardwalk and there were pathways on which to rollerskate or jog and concrete bridges arching over bits of waterways that flowed to the Pacific Ocean. This dream was always pleasant and just there. I would wake up happy because it felt like a familiar place to hang out for a while and then return to the waking world.


























