Monday, December 17, 2007

Nashville Skyline

The Mother Church of Country Music, The Ryman Auditorium (original location of the Grand Ole Opry)

On the outskirts of Brentwood

So many churches, and so much football.

Upon entering Percy Warner Park.

I can remember being dropped off here for day care.

Took a bus downtown. Headed straight for the Cumberland River to get my bearings. I noticed this empty building up on the river's bank, over town.

Nashville's very own Parthenon.

Monday, December 10, 2007

God Over Green Hills

Riding in a plane to Nashville. I don't have a seat mate. I'm glad because maybe I can catch some sleep this stretch.
On my first flight, from Portland to Oakland, I was weary, and wanted to sleep, but was sitting next to an intelligent young guy with a desperate American life. Nice kid starting a record label.

Just Dipped Below the billowy sea, sea of clouds, falling down to Nashville. Below is another sea. a low lying cloud layer. And below that, the imperfect world. Can't help but think that's how a pilot might see it.
Up above that top layer, pale blue sky bleeds into orange highlights, against a purple field. Over the turbulent sea. A foamy sea. The sun gone. Sailboats gone. Airship. In the imagined future. A dream of a sailor. But I can't see any angels up here. Can only anticipate the chaos below.
And now I'm contacting the surface. Orange spotted circuit board. And dreams are gone.

Yesterday, as I was driving down into Green Hills, a suburb of Nashville I grew up in, I noticed a church being built up on the horizon. It looked to be a massive church built of stone, dark against the only strip of sky that wasn't grey.
I pointed out my observation to my brother Johnny, in the passengers seat. He exclaimed "Now that is God over Green Hills...Jesus!"
There is whole lot of religion down here.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

fire lookouts, tea, booze, and death

A month of painfully designing and laying out four paintings has now come to completion after a 72 hour painting binge. I'm tired. I recently finished one flew over the cuckoo's nest. "I'm Tired, I'm Tired" I keep repeating this, but there's no one here to quiet me down.
If you can make it to my show on the 6th of December I'd love to have your support. If not, I appreciate your visit to my blog. Please leave comments if you have a second. feedback is always helpfull. the good and the bad.
Here's a few picts. It is 4:44am at the moment so please excuse lack of quality.
All is well that ends well.
Off to San Fran for the Weekend.
my show is at the Attic Gallery in Portland, OR at NW 10th and Hoyt , in the Pearl District. I believe it all goes down between 5 to 8 in the evening.
Hope to see you there.
may the wind be at your backs.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Hood River Flats

Friday, November 9, 2007

A Trip To The Art Museum

Today, I set out to visit The Maryhill Museum of Art. For some reason, I thought there was a full size replica of Stonehenge on the property. As It turns out, there ain't. But it's pretty plush non-the-less, built way up, on the Washington bank, looking out over the Gorge... what used to be the location of Celilo Falls. The Dalles Dam rendered the sacred falls merely an underwater jumble of rock, but we've got power.
It was a good day, thanks to peacocks, the vistas, and generous pours at the Maryhill Winery. I never ended up going inside the museum, mostly because of the fee, but I think I was really only in it for the museum's grounds.
That Stonehenge replica has got to be somewhere out there. I'm sure I have heard talk of it. I'll report back with the details.

ILLUSTRATION FRIDAY: The geographical features of the Columbia Gorge are on a gigantic scale.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Down In Town Today

Walking down off the hill, into town, I heard a party going on, up on a roof. Way up there, on top of the Asbury United Methodist Church were some folks tearing off shingles, having a good time.
A nice building.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

House Sitting In Hood River

Back to the stationary life. Besides taking the dog for a walk, and rescuing the cats from the roof, I'm pretty much holed up here in Hood River, trying to make some large paintings worth looking at, and thinking about.
If you will be in the Portland area in December, I'd love to have you come by for the grand opening of the show on first Thursday, at the Attic Gallery at 539 NW 10th and Hoyt in the Pearl district.
I'll have a selection of paintings from this blog framed, and for sale, along with a series of new oil paintings. I hope to self publish another zine to accompany the show.
As for recent small scale paintings, I haven't much to show for now, but some doodles, and a painting I did in Seattle on my way back down from visiting my friend Mike in Bellingham.

on the back of the painting is scribbled:
A slow day, huh?
Yes, it's slow. Still cold. Hands cold.
Metropolitan West, someone said. Metropolitan East, and that ones West.
Metropolitan West, OK.

a warehouse down on the Columbia in Hood River

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Putting On The Foil

I visited my brother, Keith, at his place in Portland for a Halloween party on Saturday. We dressed up as two of the Hanson Brothers from the movie Slapshot.

Early Morning In The Natural Area Preserve

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Bryan Leonard

Bryan is from Chicago, IL. He's one of 9 children. Before joining Americore, Bryan was a shipping supervisor for a personalized gift company. After he has completed his term of service here, Bryan plans to return to his old job in Chicago.
I've been working with Bryan on the PCT all summer long. He's got the longest beard of anyone on our crew.

Our season Comes To An End

As we wrap things up here in Trout Lake Washington, I begin to ponder upon a trip to South America, traveling with my paints and the ukulele I recently acquired.

Mt. Adams blanketed in snow, and the leaves hang on for one more week.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Illustration Friday topic: Grow

Last winter I was a bicycle security officer for an insurance company in downtown Portland. The nature of the job provided many opportunities for drawing. Here are a few pages from my sketchbook of the time.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

A Day Off

Shane drove trucks for a living before joining Americore. After his term of service here is complete, he plans to take a road trip to deliver his sister's car to her home in Boston, MA. He aims to apply for the Forest Service. Starting out as a Firefighter.
I've been planting wetland shrubs with Shane over the last week. He was playing the video game Halo while I painted this portrait.

Set out on a run first thing this morning, as we were given the day off. I was reminded that I have been planning to paint this barn ever since the leaves began to change color. Went back out on bike to paint it this afternoon.
A month ago, mushrooms and huckleberries were being sold out of the front.
Before completing the painting, rain drops began to fall, so I biked down to Heavenly Grounds, the local coffee shop, to finish it up.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

We're currently working down at the mouth of the Klickitat River, on the Columbia, restoring a floodplain which has been damaged by past agriculture.

Sunset over the Columbia, as seen from the Bonnevile Dam

And a meadow up in the Indian Heaven Wilderness.

Stumbling Through the Woods

As the ground dampens under grey skies, we sometimes lose focus.

Sunday, October 7, 2007

Around the Bridge of the Gods

This weekend we've been working on either side of the Bridge of the Gods, which stretches across the Columbia river, from Oregon to Washington.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Because our crew has reached our 900 hour quota for the season, we now have a post we take turns comanding by the name of F.L.S.( feel like shit). The individual commanding the F.L.S. post is to stay home for the day, and cook dinner. This being my day to fill the post, I decided to hike up Wind Mountain, to look for imagery for the mural our crew is suposed to execute in the city of White Salmon. I was a bit late in prepairing dinner, but only had to stick some frozen pizzas in the oven, and make a salad.

On the way up, I caught a glimps of a rainbow.

These paintings are all quite small.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Working under rain and snow. Seasons change. Relationships change. Staying inside when I can.
My crew is worn out, but this crazy job is nearing it's end. And Holidays are around the corner.

Friday, September 28, 2007

Cle Ellum, WA

A long week of lopping.. cutting back brush from the edge of the trail... with loppers. Oh, Cindy would have been mighty proud.
My pal, Matt Seely, from college, came out for the first day of work. Provided a drop of whiskey to our sober afternoon coffee.
But good Matt left, and by the fifth day we had grown weary and broken when a southwest wind blew in a youthful crew from Portland to assist us in the quarel with our relentless green enemy. Huckleberry, salmonberry, and got merry in that bushy canundrum.

hard at lunch

the reservoir nearby our camp

Back in Trout Lake, WA, Mt. Adams was draped in clouds

Monday, September 17, 2007

Crew Vacation to Ross Lake

The Ross Lake Dam

we rented canoes, and paddled leisurely north, toward the Canadian border.

mornings on the lake were marked by a glowing red curtain of sunlight creeping down the western bank

in the afternoons we had plenty of time to relax

a stillness lingered on long after the sun dropped over the western ridges

we explored the old-growth forest up Beaver Creek

a rustic boathouse near the Diablo Dam, below Ross Dam.

and a boat we never used

and this piece was actually painted in the Indian Heaven Wilderness near Mt. Adams
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