Sometimes losing myself in a single creative endeavor is the best way to rest. Parfois, j’aime bien me perdre dans un effort créatif pour me reposer.
Over the last year and some, the City of Portland pressured me to break the law repeatedly. I’ve talked about it before on my blog, but I’m going to speak more openly about my disappointment today because, today, an article in the Willamette Week gives me more to be disappointed about.
Credit doesn’t get enough credit for all it does to keep the world going. La reconnaissance n’est pas assez reconnu pour tout ce qu’elle contribue au fonctionnement du monde.
It’s what’s going on in my studio at the moment. C’est ça que je fais dans mon atelier en ce moment.
For years, I’ve published my photos online, but I’ve always felt a little strange about publishing them any other way, until now.
I’m ashamed to say that the statue of Portlandia that I’ve alternately mocked and adored for years is not mine to parody or plagiarize.
Milt Kobayashi and Nancy Rhodes Harper have a similar painting style. Milt Kobayashi et Nancy Rhodes Harper ont un style similaire.
When Willamette Week put having your portrait done by me on its Portland art bucket list this week, it made me think again about how lucky I’ve been in my career.
As I painted the Kirk Reeves mural last July, filmmaker Ifanyi Bell created a lovely portrait of Kirk’s legacy, of the mural’s process, and of me for OPB.
Incurable illnesses like endometriosis come with certain advantages if you can just figure out where to look for them.
It’s my style of course, but it’s more than that too. Pour commencer, c’est mon style, mais l’explication ne s’arrête pas là.
As I painted the Kirk Reeves memorial, I kept a diary of the work I was doing and of the conversations I was having, and this post is an edited version of that log.