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12 04, 2010

A day in the gallery life

2016-07-13T10:14:49-07:00

My friend Becky's out for a few days, so I'm babysitting her gallery (do you call that gallerysitting?) and writing this between sales lulls. Becky and her husband Len are lovely folk; their gallery, Fireborne, is in downtown Portland near Pioneer Square.

A day in the gallery life2016-07-13T10:14:49-07:00
13 11, 2009

Artful in Seattle

2016-07-13T10:14:41-07:00

I'm not often asked to be the muscle for somebody so when I am, it's kinda neat. And what could be more fun than hauling glass in Seattle? My friend Becky owns a gallery in downtown Portland (Fireborne, you should visit), which carries everything from little glass bugs to jewelry to big honkin' sculpture. She wanted to make some exchanges in Seattle. Somebody had to schlep boxes and hold doors for her... was I interested?

Artful in Seattle2016-07-13T10:14:41-07:00
23 10, 2009

Mendelssohn and PBO and me

2016-05-15T23:30:15-07:00

Boy. Monica Huggett sure strokes a mean fiddle. Mom and Dad and I went to hear her (and the rest of the Portland Baroque Orchestra) tonight, playing Mendelssohn. I have a soft spot for a good fiddler, having played violin in my youth. Well, I should qualify that: I massacred violin in my youth. Along about the fifth grade I took up the violin with ambitions of being first seat, first violin in the school orchestra.

Mendelssohn and PBO and me2016-05-15T23:30:15-07:00
24 09, 2009

Conversations with light

2016-05-18T00:21:48-07:00

Light and I have been in conversation as far back as I can remember. Most times, I just listen. Sometimes I get to talk back. Rarely--too rarely--we sing. And it's beginning to feel as though we'll sing, soon. When we sing, the light becomes a tangible thing, flowing like water, etching everything in its path, and I finally, blindingly, understand in my bones the definition of "illumination."

Conversations with light2016-05-18T00:21:48-07:00
10 10, 2008

Viva Vivaldi

2017-10-07T19:31:57-07:00

Boy. Them folks sure swing a mean bow. (Photo courtesy of Gigi the iPhone) Just got back from the Portland Baroque Orchestra’s version of Vivaldi’s The Four Seasons concertos. As promised, it was really well-done. But wanna know the best [...]

Viva Vivaldi2017-10-07T19:31:57-07:00
10 09, 2008

Holy Sapphirability

2016-05-15T15:56:14-07:00

The Bombay Sapphire folks are back with the finalists in this year’s international glass competition, asking designers and artists from around the world to come up with the best martini glass. Even if you’re not a martini fan, you’ve gotta [...]

Holy Sapphirability2016-05-15T15:56:14-07:00
16 07, 2008

Shooting wheat (er, oats)

2016-05-16T13:45:37-07:00

“I hope,” I said with an apologetic smile, “that I’m not hurting anything? It’s a beautiful field and I just couldn’t resist.” I’d been driving past this wheatfield since early spring, on my way to work. I’d watched pale green [...]

Shooting wheat (er, oats)2016-05-16T13:45:37-07:00
9 06, 2008

Bee determined

2016-05-15T16:03:57-07:00

I was shooting the iris–great stuff–but the angry buzzing in the rhodies behind me was finally too distracting. Apparently wet rhododendron blossoms don’t lend themselves to easy nectar gathering. As I watched, bumblebees tumbled out of blossoms, righted themselves and [...]

Bee determined2016-05-15T16:03:57-07:00
13 05, 2008

Hacking photos and fighting glass

2017-10-07T17:38:53-07:00

I spent the first half of last Sunday down at Newspace, having a ball, learning a lot, and getting another whomp upside the head. For those of you who don’t know, Newspace is a non-profit photography center over on the southeast side [...]

Hacking photos and fighting glass2017-10-07T17:38:53-07:00
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