Update (snow day part deux)

Two posts in one day?!?  That's the glory of the snow day.  The snow has long since melted, but the skies keep blowing juicy flakes, and even dumping bits of hail, for viewing from my window.  What have I been accomplishing with all these gifted hours of freedom, you ask?  "Why, gettin' stuff done" I say (in a southern drawl)!  Check it out: among other menial tasks, I have updated my website, adding images of my newest work and my beloved office-job series 'Work' of Art that get me through the days...you know the ones.

I also had time enough to scan them in for sharing:

la sonata ( 'Work' of Art IX)

  somnambulance ( 'Work' of Art X)

Inadvertent two-day work weeks are where its at.  This feels great.  And a glimpse of the day-to-day I aspire to live is enough to keep moving forward on the path.

(Hey Universe, care to make it a one-day week?  I would be much obliged...)

snow day

Portland has a cute little habit of freaking out about snow.  The idea of snow, the prospect of snow, the appearance of snow, these all warrant ad-nauseum conversations about the fluffy white stuff we all secretly love, or sadly for the faint-of-heart, love to hate. Or love to pretend to hate...but secretly love. 

Snow makes humans nostalgic.  Even those individuals who have grown up in places that never get snow, delight at the prospect of a "white Christmas" knowing the off chance of getting their wish fulfilled is slim to none.  Yesterday marked the third "threat" of snow for the calendar year of 2011, and truthfully, by the disappointing show from mother nature the first two times around, I was skeptical.  Office ladies were milling about with their 'snow-calling' sweaters bedecked with snowflakes and snowmen, trying to will it to be.  Classroom teachers scoffed "see you tomorrow", or "be careful in all that snow out there" as I hopped on my bike and rode off into the sunlit afternoon.  But, perhaps if you tote enough 'will' on sweaters combined with enough skeptics who secretly want the snow as much as the adorned, mother nature will actually grant you a white-coated morning to bask in; the snow day. 

Not much by normal standards, and nearly gone by the time I finished this post, but I'm enjoying it, and the nostalgia it stirs up for my beloved days in a one-room cabin in the woods of Fairbanks.

room left, "kitchen", 2009

room right, "living room", 2009

Fairbanks' snow day, 2008

  Je t'aime white morning, free day...no matter how fast you melt back into a normal Portland day.

'Work' of Art VIII

'[obscured] female'

'Dots & Broken Rules'

Well, here it is:

Dots & Broken Rules, 2011, mixed media on mounted panel

The finished product for the 6th Annual Portland Love Show, delivered on Saturday with excitement and relief.  

This marks the end of six months of production mode and the beginning of new discoveries, play time.  I am like a sponge soaked with ideas and writing page after page after page...images, spaces (like Emerson Street's Space Case and Settlement Galleries downtown) and inspiring artists- new discoveries to me like Katherine Mann and old locals like those in the Intuition Show- are fueling me with ideas for projects that needed a little bit more clarity. I don't know where to begin, there is so much freedom now that I don't have to prioritize by deadlines.  

I'll start by 'getting my social on' at Saturday's opening reception, potluck and cocktail style, meet and greet style at Gallery Homeland, on SE 11th just south of Division.  It should be more than your average opener event (if nothing there will be more artists per square inch!), so I hope to see some familiar faces there.  Until then...

'Work' of Art VII

'Saturday noise metallic'