Words can paint, each letter, a bristle of a brush. The sentence becomes a stroke. Paragraphs shape objects. A portrait needs no beginning, middle, or end. When we look deep at a painting, we can’t help but wonder why the Mona Lisa smiles. If you look deep enough at portraits, close enough to pick out desire, they jump out of the frame. The frame is the story. Break out! Break out!
Sauvie Island, February 2019. Click on image to enlarge. More images found here. Advertisements
The tiles have a series of cracks, a map of years. Years reshape, transform into twists, gnarls, fissures. Without the years, he thinks, the present wouldn’t look real, authentic, contain beauty. The present, always polishing, rebuilding, gentrifying, trying to reface the past. But one…
Coyote Wall, Washington, February 2019. Click on image to enlarge. More images found here.
Two Windows Wildwood Trail, Forest Park, Portland Oregon, January 2019
Click on image to enlarge. Columbia River Gorge, January 2019. More images can be found here.
West Fork, Multnomah Creek, Larch Mountain, January 2019 (click on image to enlarge. More images can be found here.)
Klickitat River, December 2018 More images can be found here.