cynthia

Had planned to take Mom to dinner last night, thanks for delivering me from the thigh-high weeds that choke my yard and prompt dubious looks from the neighbors, but that didn't work out. Instead, I wound up at Catharine Newell's gorgeous house, looking at her art, talking life and crunching crostini. I had all kinds of fun watching her compress years of artistic evolution into some very cool new directions. I love watching the translation of self into art, and I can't wait to see this particular art translated into a gallery space.

Beeguy is passionate about his bees and his honey. He and his lady bring jars and jars of the stuff to the Portland Farmers Market to taste--buckwheat, white clover, cherry, even coffee--and they'll sell you a bottle of whatever's in stock for $8. (I recommend the wild blackberry, which tastes like a good light honey but finishes like blackberry jam.)

Do I need another reason? Where else but Glassland would the above be considered a cool hood ornament? But what I really love are the people: Actually, this is a member of the Oregon Glass Guild leadership debating matters of, well, leadership after a really interesting lecture by artist Andy Paiko. His work must be seen to be believed. Fascinating [...]