As I was staring at this thing, going “bleck, what is this mess?” a scarey thought popped into my head. What if I’m a terrible artist? What if I lack the ability to make good choices in my work> What if I don’t deserve to go to grad school? What if I’m a hack? What…

Message in a bottle is drawn and corked. Photo shoot next week.

I’ve been dieing for some time alone to write down all things things on my mind relating to my series. I got that chance last night and I blew it. I got to my regular working spot, ordered by pint, and opened up a Google doc. I was completely blank. Nothing going on upstairs whatsoever.…

“The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own. And he has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the inner most shrine at the end.” – Radindranath Tagore Gitanjjali “Take your soul for a stroll. Long walks, there short walks, link morning walks, evening walks — whatever…

Another Red Tricycle article is up! This one features some great places in Portland for music lessons, with an emphasis on rock’n’roll. After examining the evidence it’s not surprising Portland takes it’s music scene so seriously. With a long lineage of great musicians from the Decemberists to M. Ward, Viva Voce, and The Dandy Warhols,…

I’m reading Dearie, a biography of Julia Child’s life by Bob Spitz. It must be getting under my skin because I made Coq au vin a couple weeks ago and this week I’ve made Boeuf Bourguignon and Ratatouille crépes. Both recipes are Gluten Free. I made coconut Crepes using a recipe from Cooking with Coconut…

Forbidden rice stuffed dumpling squash Stuffing for about 4 dumpling squashes Ingredients 1 cup forbidden (black) rice 2 small sweet peppers on 1 red bell pepper, chopped 8 shiitake mushrooms, chopped 10 cherry tomatoes 1 green onion, chopped 2 slices cooked bacon 3 cloves garlic, minced Olive oil Salt and pepper Cut the tops off…

Dear Gluten, I think you and I both know this isn’t working. During our 1 month trial separation I’ve come to realize you’re nothing but a mean mis-treater. I’ll look back with fondness of all the good times we’ve had together but I’m moving on. I’ll always love you but I don’t need you in…

… we are but faint hearted crusaders, even the walkers, now-a-days, who undertake no persevering, never-ending enterprises. Our expeditions are but tours and come round again at evening to the old hearth side from which we set out. Half the walk is but retracing our steps. We should go forth on the shortest walk, perchance,…

And there’s another art of being at home in the unknown, so that being in its midst isn’t cause for panic or suffering, of being at home with being lost. Rebecca Solnit A field guide to getting lost Page 10

I think I’m getting somewhere with these, but not sure I’m happy with the photos. Might have to do another session. These are the two contenders. Throwing Muses Rabbit’s Dying lyrics He’s running home again He’s running in the rain Covering the grain I’ll stay in, stay in It rains It’s walking on the trail…

Well, I don’t know if this is working, but here are some shots from my clay/tree/rock photo shoot. Gonna think about it for a day or two. Trying to decide if I should move forward and make the scene bigger, or if this just isn’t going to work.

So I’ve been digesting today’s visit to PSU. Though it was awkward, it served it’s purpose. I wanted a feel for the place. I’m not sure I totally got it, but I got an idea. The studios are bleak. Hallways narrow. The place appears to have no center, just lots of dingy hallways and hollow…

Found my Maps paper from my Minimalism class at CCA with Beth Mangini. It’s got some relevance to what I’m working on so I wanted to post it again and read through it. Alanna Spence Minimalism July 2007 Maps and Walking in Land Art I’ve had a fascination with maps since I was a little…

I just met with Pat Boas at PSU. I had no agenda going in, buy I just wanted to go and talk about the contemporary art practices mfa program. I only found out who I was meeting with a couple hours before i went in an i got really nervous. I was a jittery ball…