Winter Short

Good afternoon all! I realize its been some time now since I have reached out and set some words and photos out there. It has been an interesting year so far. I am in school for Environmental Science…. perhaps not what you thought from an “artist”, as we are not supposed to co-mingle. Yet, this is my favorite part about life. I love investigating all the sides, all the angles… where are people coming from? Where am I coming from? I want to learn more about our natural world, in order to greater inform not only my art, but my life choices. I want to get closer to the Earth. I want to see more and feel more and understand more.

Slowly things are changing, in that academia and policy makers are realizing it is going to take everyones’ ideas, scientists and artists, to solve the magnitude of environmental problems we have created and are perpetuating. I want to be on the working side of this and contribute as best I can. Taking a cynical track, opting out of society (there is no “opting out” all the way, even being ‘off-grid’, as our lives are intrinsically linked to one another), waiting for the apocalypse… these things are unrealistic and will not help us solve the complicated woven degradations happening minute by minute–social justice and nature’s rights.

Currently, I haven’t had much time for “art” in a traditional sense, as far as creating for a specific show, but have still been very creative, with new habits, food and journaling. One thing I am excited about is math. Another is chemistry. Yet another, is the garden and my new meditation practice. How does one fall into a meditation practice? I needed to pick up an extra school credit for the semester and one particular teacher graciously allowed me to pick up the class two weeks late. I am so very thankful that I am on this amazingly frustrating journey! Alone, inside my mind, is a confusing place without very recognizable compass points. I am working on sorting them out. Where is North? Recently, I sat still (mostly) for 35 minutes. It is a new record for me and all I can tell you is its actually helping. I notice now I am less apt to be reactionary when life somethings get thrown my way. I am also more calm, although quitting coffee, cleaning up my diet (no processed foods) and cutting back to two drinks a week really helps. Maybe all this isn’t what you thought you’d be reading in an art blog. But isn’t all of what we do going to influence our process? Isn’t it all process?

The following gallery is a sample of the last couple of weeks. I have been drawing and painting small sketches in my journal with my left hand–another investigation in opening and humbling my heart. Thanks to Lynda Barry’s book Syllabus for inspiration. A highly recommended read. P.S. I like what happened to my “chemistry” sketch when I uploaded it–not sure why it got imposed on itself like that, but I appreciate the dynamic!


NaNoWriMo and When We Begin


First off; November is National Novel Writing Month, (NaNoWriMo). I love the name. My sister and friend are both participating and I was spurred to try it. The idea is to write a 50,000 word novel in a month. My sister has succeeded in hitting her word count but I am only at about 25,000 words. Even though I may not beat the clock and finish my novel in a month, I feel great about trying and I am happy with the huge chunk of novel I have to work with now. I am confident that I will finish it before the year is up and I have really enjoyed the process–which to me is the whole point. More about the novel and a sneak peak, coming soon.

This post is actually about my new song. My husband and I spent 5 months this summer living in our jeep in the national forests of Oregon. We now have landed in a town for school and work. The transition to living in the woods to living in a city has not been easy, to say the least. We are struggling with the amount of light pollution at night, the general loud noises of a city, the rush, the bustle, the push. Even though there are some fun/awesome things about the city–the university, the library, good restaurants and new friends, I haven’t missed it much. That said, adversity always makes good art, and I am happy to be writing novels and new songs. While working on my novel, I have written a new song called ‘When We Begin’, about driving in from the wild woods to the city for a job. Before we found a place to live, we found jobs in the city. We would drive into town for work from wherever nice, quiet national forest camp we stayed the night before. Every morning the commute was heart-breakingly beautiful and surreal. Treed, dark woods, heavy fog, the sound of varied thrushes and flickers to florescent highway lights, huge, bright, logging truck traffic, loud beeping of construction and sprawling, ugly chain stores. If I never see another Carl’s Jr. billboard or Kentucky Fried Chicken or Walmart semi-trailer I would die happier. The world does not need these places, by the way. We wouldn’t miss them if they weren’t there. But we will miss shimmering lakes, cold clean fast rivers, dense forests and a diversity of wildlife and plant-life. This song is about all that.

In the meantime, now that we have found a room in town to rent, to cut down on the driving, I have been trying to make the most of being here. Even though I have visions of running away again to the desert, I am trying to appreciate the new friends we have made, the opportunity to go back to school, and the ever present challenge of making money, yet staying sane. I am trying to keep up on projects that really matter to me in my heart. I really would like to record a music album and if I work for that, and work at the practice, I just might get there from here. Below are the lyrics to my new song and a Soundcloud clip. Good luck out there.



Waking, to make-believing,

At the alchemy of dawn.

Fallen leaves are love letters to Spring,

This is our luxury.

Steady now, with the brights on,

Don’t know how to respond,

Unabridged from a wild place,

To squared-off blocks and fast pace…

In the early hearts of when we begin,

Pushed to the rush and the dust and the din!

Today , I don’t know where we are.

These one-act plays, I can’t bare to watch.

Straight traffic lines and florescent lights,

I’ll never get used to it again.

In the tender hearts of where we begin,

Pushed to the rush and the dust and the din!

I’ll never get used to it again.


CARTM Art Show and Fundraiser

Over the weekend in Manzanita, OR, I had the opportunity to show some of my recently created found object/trash art pieces. I participated in a fundraiser for CARTM, a unique non-profit, located at the town dump, which acts as a recyclery, thrift store and artist haven. Manzanita is a fun, open, liberal small town on the coast that I have been frequenting for over 10 years. Its programs like these that give me hope for small towns and small communities who really care and want to make a difference. I have seen organizations in cities with similar successful programs, SCRAP and the ReBuilding Center in Portland, for example. Another exciting example is The Art of Recology in San Francisco, where they have an actual artist-in-residence program at the waste transfer station. But this is the first time I have read about a smaller town just up and making it happen, with a goal of “zero waste” for the town.

The art opening on Friday night was filled with inquisitive folks. I had several conversations with people about the town itself, as well as Portland’s growth (Portland is only two hours drive away) and its effect on the coastal economy, summer crowding and particularly the strain on small towns’ ability to handle tourist waste. I felt a similar vibe with some of the people of Manzanita, as compared to folks I have met and grown to love in small town New Mexico. An ability for an artist and other working folk to make a living in these towns depends upon a certain amount of tourism, but hopefully not too much to ruin the overall cohesiveness of the town and the feeling of local ownership. P.S. People seemed to like my tie, which turned out to be an excellent conversation-starter; I found it that morning at our dispersed camping site–a broken strap from a Parr Lumber delivery, which had “Parr Lumber” printed on it.

The show had a diversity of pieces, from sculptures to mobiles to painting and reclaimed fabric arts. What I especially appreciated about the work in this show is that each piece seemed to tell a story about the life of the artist, as well as educating and inspiring people to think differently about what is possible to create out of trash. I appreciate the role of artists and storytellers in this way because maybe we can convey messages to people in a curious, hopefully non-threatening way. By showing our work and being open to criticism, uncomfortable conversations, yet ultimately rewarding ones, maybe people can get ideas as to what might be possible changes for them. It is difficult to live one’s life entirely from trash, although whole neighborhoods are devoted to it out of sheer poverty and necessity, but it is much easier than we think to glean objects of use and start to think ahead of time to “reuse” before “recycle” comes into the picture.

Camp-er Tree Life

I am intrigued, yet saddened by our most recent camp spot. (See my previous post about the meaning behind this photo project.) After picking up trash bags worth of crap from this site, including burned shoes, bottles, diapers, metal chair parts, shell casings and tin cans, it was actually quite nice. Well used, but not well loved, my husband and I tried to make it better.  The past few weeks, I feel I have been inadvertently training my eye to catch all the little trails of history people have left in the trunks of the trees at these sites. How, for example, did I ever find a small nail, holding what appears to be old wires in a tree facing the river, not even near to where someone might put up a tarp, tent or even festive lights? Why is this even there? I can’t really blame boredom for some of the peoples’ actions, although I guess I did a fair amount of mucking about in my teenage years. I still don’t ‘get’ vandalism, or really even leaving trash anywhere. I admit, sometimes I feel like I just go for the negative by scouring the camp spots when we arrive. Once I find the disturbing, yet curious defacing, document it and process it, I find I can relax into the place and try to remain emphatic about the people that were there before me. Sometimes all I can think about is “what is wrong with people”, like when I find a not-so-hidden ‘swatstika’ burned into the trunk of a tree. But other times I wonder how many lanterns have hung off such strategically placed nails and what events have been witnessed by all the living things there. We all try to reconnect to something out there… whether its our families, our youth, ‘rewilding’ ourselves or just plain old fresh air.

Progress… ‘Don’t Shoot’

Hey folks… I wanted to send along some more digital photos as a project update. I continue to photograph the state of the trees at each dispersed camp I visit with my film camera, while living in the national forest with my husband. I have been able to get some amazing close-ups, even with cloudy, rainy days. I enjoy the process of studying the trees so much! Yesterday, I spent a good part of my day looking hard at a few trees in my campsite and poking around in the woods in general; sniffing here and there and investigating who had come before me. Some items in the woods surprised me, such as an amazingly colorful old propane tank, a collection of broken ceramic mugs, house wood moulding, a lightbulb, and a bottle of Listerine. Things that did not surprise me of course: shot up beer cans, used baby diapers, empty bottles of really bad whiskey, shotgun shells and crushed plastic water bottles. All of these items were found pretty deep in the woods, which also was puzzling to me. Thanks for reading.

Dispersed Camping Tree Stories

This upcoming photographic series is dedicated to the trees I have seen on my recent adventures in the dispersed camping areas of Oregon. Most of this series will be shot on film, but I thought I would include a few digital photos to give folks an idea of the project.

Packing up our belongings, storing some but taking much of what we own with us, my husband and I decided to leave Portland and explore many of the back roads and remote areas along several key rivers. We travel and camp along these by-ways, trying to re-discover ourselves, searching for ideas and examples of “Home” in the forests and habitats which many other species dwell. I will be documenting the condition of the trees where we camp each night.

I was first intrigued by modern human artifacts when I embarked on a solo coastal backpacking trip a few years back. My curiosity grew to concern, however, after finding so much trash and seeing so many trees damaged in many back-country camping areas. My worry is for the health of the trees and our species alike. What does it say about us humans that when we venture to a peaceful setting, we shoot, stab, cut, chop, stake, carve, tie and strip the very forest area we go to enjoy? Is it our supposed separation from these environments or ourselves that makes it easy to do this? Is it frustration with our plastic over-working economic gain-based world? Is it just as easy to pound a stake into a tree as it is to dump paint or old tires into our water sources? Do our constant heinous logging techniques make these actions pale in comparison, or just illuminate an overarching colonial attitude of conquer and control? I don’t believe we can categorize this behavior only as pure thoughtlessness or drunken irresponsibility. In the coming months, I hope to find out through investigation and tree stories, just what these cruel messages can teach us. At the very least, bring some of the behavior to light, in a sort of ‘ground-truthing’ photo experiment. More to come…

PDX: Art Reception

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Where there is BLUEMAN, there is life… Thank you to everyone who came to my art opening in the beginning of December and who wished me well. I am happy with the turn-out and the conversations which have been generated by my work. The physical arrangement of the pieces is even better than my conception of it. Thank you to Billy and Emily for helping me hang the show.

The Blueman has had quite the impact. At first, I worried this entity would overshadow the rest of my pieces; but has served to enhance and cohere the show in great un-imagined turns. The addition of the BLUE-MAN-I-FESTO, (see my earlier Artword blog entry) posted underneath his form on the wall, has been an excellent starting point of explanation and exploration for people. Overheard: conversations about childhood, the environment, spirits coming to others in their dreams, creatures in the ocean, growing older, nostalgia and the ultimate complementary question in an artists’ life, “What is ART?”.

A big thank you must go out to Anja, the owner of Miss Zumstein for hosting my artwork and lovely reception, complete with snacks! I really appreciate the support of all my friends and neighbors. Most of the work you see here is for sale, (some sold). Please leave a comment for me if you are interested in purchasing. Any photo you see on my website, film or digital, can be enlarged to your specifications, matted, custom framed etc. Feel free to inquire. A humble thanks, again.