April 25, 2009
here are three prints i am making for my upcoming show, If I Weren’t Here, They Would Be, at Fontanelle Gallery. available now right here.
save $10 if you buy all three at once!
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If I Weren’t Here, They Would Be
opens on thursday, may 7th at 6pm.
please stop by if you can make it!
205 SW Pine Street
special thanks to nick and fran over at
seizure palace screen printing
for helping to make these possible.
and a little note for people who are not familiar with my prints,
the black line is screen printed, so the drawing is the same, then i hand color
each individual print. so each one is unique and an original unto itself.
please allow 2-3 weeks for delivery, as i am still working hard on the show,
and will get the prints out ASAP.
June 19, 2008
Two weeks ago joel andrew and i took a drive out to the oregon high desert. Joel called out of work and we hit the road early. We took rte 26 out of portland (where it’s been unseasonably chilly) and things got foresty pretty quickly, then we went up a mountain pass where it was foggy and snowing. So much moss, i loved it.
We traversed the North Mountain Pass and came down into the open, sunny, warm prairie. Mt. Hood was right there, and you could see Mt. Jefferson and the Three Sisters in the distance. Joel knows his Oregon topography. We stopped for milkshakes and smoothies in Warm Springs. We saw a coyote cross the road and bound off into some tall grass.
more driving and things got more arid. the change to sandy desert was slow and subtle. then we saw the first painted hill. bam!
we drove over to this paleontological site and walked around the painted hills and they were really lovely and pretty mind-boggling.
made by ancient lave flows.
i heard a little cheeping in a tree and saw a mom sparrow sitting on her nest. it’s hard to see, it was difficult being 2 feet away.
joel made friends with a sagebrush lizard.
we saw these awesome little partridge-like birds called chukar. i took my first video with my new camera.
we went to this pile of rocks that was allegedly a massive fossil deposit of ancient plant impressions, but i didn’t see any. there was a nice didactic panel with an animal called an oreodont exploring the marshy landscape of “the ancestral cascades”
we took a different path home, instead of going back up 26, which was a fine road. so we took some winding roads through high hills and rocky cliff walls. around one bend we came to a halt when a herd of cattle were being driven by this classic elderly cowboy. i wanted to stick my arm out the window and pet them, but then i saw that many of the little calves had obviously been trailing their mom’s a little too closely and had dung on their faces. no thanks. but they were cute and loud.
ok, now as great as this day has already been, it was about to get a lot better. we pass these looming, craggy rocks, sort of like smaller versions of the ones in east arizona. “these look like prime peregrine falcon nesting sites” i nerdily comment. we drive on. ten minutes later, joel points out a bird flying low on the roadside embankment ahead of us. we pull up next to it, and i see it’s small, brownish color and white belly and little black “hood”. we were less than twenty feet from a peregrine falcon! the fastest animal currently known to man! i’ve never seen one in the wild. it was amazing. it wheeled off and perched on a shrub. i didn’t move fast enough to get a picture of it in flight, but here is a pic of it perched.
totally stunning. then we continued on to a little town called Antelope. this sleepy little one road town was the scene of a pretty wild “invasion” by this cult in the 80’s called the Rajneeshee. there’s this little jailhouse,
and the cute antelope diner. while we were in there buying postcards and perusing a wall of newspaper articles about the cult, it’s hold on the town/bioterrorism plots and it’s aftermath, a local landscaper came in and asked if we wanted to see a baby deer. we said yes and he directed us to a quasi-vacant lot where he or someone had been mowing the lawn and then had to stop because they had come across a little fawn who’s mother had hid it in the tall grass next to this little shed. we got so close. we could easily have touched it but we didn’t want it to smell like us. it was so calm looking.
as we left antelope i was trying to remember what i had read about the status of the pronghorn in the wild. “i think they are extinct in the wild.” i say. i think actually they were just hunted and pushed out by livestock and their numbers were really low in the earlier part of the century. now i guess they are pretty common. but i didn’t know that, and soon after i said that i start projecting the image of a pronghorn into the sky above the horizon, like some kitschy painting of a native american stoically staring out of frame, with his spirit animal watching over him from the heavens. i kept snapping myself out of it, there is no antelope there. we come over the top of a hill and BAM there just beyond the fence on the side of the road is unmistakably a female pronghorn. we pull over as fast as we can, and she starts to trot off but stops to look at us a couple times and i got some pictures.
turning around and look at this amazing view
then we saw some deer (still exciting)
and ate some quinoa (yum!).
Oregon Wild Safari!