Visual Silence

I lost my voice in Spokane and I still don’t have it back. It was raining all week, or all year apparently according to the locals, including Thursday when we had to set up for ArtFest (oh the many, many joys of setting up a booth in the rain…).

Fortunately, the sun came out Friday and lasted the entire three days of the show. So did the pollen. You see, I learned that pollen needs to be dry in order to do its thing, so with the first warm, dry day of the year, every pollen-bearing flower, plant, shrub, tree, hedge and bush let go with a celebratory whoosh and covered everything. Did I mention everything? 

I must have had an allergic reaction to the stuff if my sudden coughing, sneezing, wheezing, hacking, sniffing, dripping and stopped up nose, headache, sore throat and loss of voice are indicative factors.

Why tell you about it? Because I’ve had no voice now for several days and it’s been an entirely new experience to spend time in virtual silence; quite unusual for this talkative spirit. But as always is the case for me, I am learning something new from it, and I’m feeling comfortable in my solitude, expressing myself visually with pictures instead of all my words words words.

Ogling The Gargoyle

The last few weeks for us have been about Washington. We went to Seattle for the U-District Street Fair and turned right around and drove to Spokane for ArtFest.

ArtFest is one of our favorite shows to do. Set in a beautiful park, surrounded by stunning Victorian architecture, it is a camera addict’s dream.

On the first day of the show, I met a budding photographer and we instantly hit it off. Groom watched the booth while she and I ran away from the circus with our cameras and practically drooled over all the turrets, transoms, and entablatures.

The next day we did it again, ogling the gargoyles, gables and cobblestones. 

What felt great about the experience (besides playing hooky from the booth), is that we were both open to how the other one viewed the world. The lens was our magic door. I watched what animated her while she noted what sparked my attention. 

There was no competition, only pure inspiration at play.

While I can’t speak for her, I feel that she helped me raise my game, and for that I offer a Thank You.

Oh Lord!

Last week, Snow White predicted that our early August sojourn to the Spokane- Coeur d’Alene area would be a memorable one. Hmmmm, those kinds of prognostications tend to make me a tad nervous. I prefer forecasts such as good, great or fantastic because memorable can go either way.

Right now we’re about 58 minutes into the nine-hour drive home to Oregon, so I have plenty of time to reflect upon the last few days. Let’s see…

Groom and I experienced a couple of lightning storms, were caught in a snarling traffic jam and I’m nursing an impressive spider bite. Currently, it kinda looks like a Dr. Seussian illustration for “red eggs and ham” but with a traditional yellow egg yolk center. Yep, I just lost my appetite, too.

Plus, somebody stole our credit card number and spent the weekend trying to spend our money. As we have the plastic charge-o-matics in our possession, we are perplexed as to how this could have happened. The bank’s fraud department immediately cancelled our account and promised those illegal charges would not find their way onto our bill, phew! It’s always fun to be out of town and have one’s credit card cancelled. What’s even more fun than that? Coming home to our in-box full of declined auto-pay bills stacked like a multiple-car pile-up because of the credit card cancellation. We’ll have to untangle that mess.

Memorable? Yes.

But it wasn’t all bug bites or bouchons (French for cork, stopper, traffic jam) electrical storms or theft (well, an acquaintance of ours at the show did have all her cash stolen by two men with a coughing fit distraction routine). There was also plenty of fun and beauty, conversation and celebrity encounters, networking and art, delicious dinners and boat rides on the lake during our 1,000+ mile journey.

As Kimmmmm says, my life vignettes always have a story-arc and this trip is no exception. Its theme could be titled “Progression.” In June, after Art Fest in Spokane, I wrote about spending time with – and I’m looking for an adjective here that doesn’t sound phony or overused like amazing, but means the same thing. Groom and I were invited to join a friendly, fabulous, fascinating group of artists for a fine meal. As the evening progressed and the vino flowed freely, we were invited to stay with them when we returned in August for Art on the Green.

After making certain their offer of generosity was not just from the glow of the grapes and still looked good in the harsh cold light of day, we accepted their invitation. To set the stage, I must ask you to board my time machine once again and travel back with me three, maybe four years to our first time participating in Spokane’s ArtFest. There, a charming couple wandered into the booth. I said it at the moment and I’m saying it here.

The instant I made their acquaintance the metal flap covering my heart, the one that protects me that I usually control by a hand-crank lever, just flew open. It did it of its own accord; I had nothing to do with it. I’m standing there in the presence of these two people, Mary Gayle and Tim Lord, with a completely naked open heart. Not usually how I operate. My heart tends to look more like a New York City apartment with lots of locks and bolts. But not this time. Boing! Open.

I introduced them to Groom and by the end of our chat it was pronounced that if we lived near each other, we’d be friends. The next year, they stopped by again and they suggested we have dinner. It finally happened last June and a date to stay with them was set.

The first time I walked into their enchanting home, I had a visceral reaction. First, I got all goose-bumpily, then I broke out into hives and then I started crying. Again, not my typical response to some one’s abode. When they asked me what was wrong, I told them Nothing! I felt like I had just fallen down the rabbit hole.

They started laughing because Tim Lord, a talented and accomplished artist, had just agreed to paint a picture for the Alice in Wonderland Invitational to be held at the TINMAN Gallery in the historic Garland District.

He spent the next 35 days (or 200 hours) in his studio, creating a colorful tea party story. When we arrived at what I’ve dubbed The Lord Manor, he was under the gun for the deadline. The opening was Friday, July 30th and he was down to the last 48 hours until the gallery doors were unlocked.

Traditionally, gallery owners prefer to have the artwork hung before a show. Traditionally, artists are known to be late.

And so it was, we arrived in Spokane at the perfect tension point. Would Tim Lord finish the Wild Tea Party at the Deadwood Cemetery in time for it to be hung or would he be carrying it in with him as the paint dried?

I mentioned earlier that the theme of this week is Progression. We had the rare opportunity to see the back-story of the painting. I can’t speak for you, but most of the time when we drool over art, it is already hung in a museum, presented in a gallery or nailed to the wall in someone’s home. This time, however, we were granted front row seats to the process.

Tim Lord’s transparent sketches were taped to the window for light allowance, photographs of the cemetery were freshly developed and taped to his drawing board from their trip to Deadwood, South Dakota, and I recognized the clock in the center of the painting as a real one designed by Chris Giffin.

Granted free access with our cameras, I noticed through my lens that his palette was still moist with usable paint, that a vast convention of brushes had assembled in one place and paint cans were stacked within easy reach. I smiled at the fun collection of toys, dolls, rabbits and Virgin Mary’s that served as visual inspirations for the characters in his painting.

And best of all, his painting was not quite done. This afforded us the luxury to watch his creative process unfold and measure time through his progress. Each evening, we’d say our goodnights and I’d wake up and the first thing I’d do in the morning was tip toe into his studio to A) see if he was still up after painting all night and B) see what magic had occurred overnight. We took photos and it was fun to meet each new character as they materialized on the canvas.

Tim Lord did finish the painting by Friday afternoon and Mary Gayle delivered it to the TINMAN Gallery in time for it to be hung.

Usually, when writing about crowds, it is normal to say “standing room only,” but as this gallery opening was a standing event to begin with I must turn up the volume on the description and toss in phrases like body pressed up against body, throngs, and shoulder- to-shoulder.

People were not shy about crowding into the alcove or announcing above the din that the Wild Tea Party at the Deadwood Cemetery was their favorite painting and best of show.

While a hearty congratulation is extended to The Lords for their success, a thank you for their hospitality is also proffered.

Meanwhile, at Art on the Green in Coeur d’Alene, management placed our booth location next to sand castle artist, Scott Dodson of Post Falls. While we set up our structure on Thursday, the sandman was already working on his, playing in a 16-ton sandbox. Spending three consecutive days next to him, we were able to watch his entire progression from dump truck loads of sand piled onto his four-story wooden platform to a finished castle by Sunday evening; forty hours of continuous creating.

Chakra Girl continues to impress upon me that “two makes a pattern.” One, we were invited to stay with a painting in progress and two, we were the only booth in the show set up next to a developing work of art, so we were able to witness both unfolding.

Within the peaks and valleys of this trip, the lesson seems to be about enjoying the moment where we are and accepting our place in the process. In a learning curve with our new metal jewelry, I am always in such a rush to complete things that the finish line tends to be the almighty goal. In the past seven days, I’ve been given life-size demonstrations of experts in their fields relishing the entire progression from start to finish.

I think one reason Tim Lord is so successful as an artist and why people buy his work before the paint has even dried is because he places himself right in the middle of his life and work while I tend to avoid total immersion in the name of efficiency. I gotta ask myself this question, “How’s that working out for me?”

We also had several other delightful encounters. One was with a woman named MaryEllen Garasky who writes a blog ilovecda.com (I Love Coeur d’Alene), who is writing about us because we were one of her four favorite finds of the show.

One visit I’ll have to share later. That’s because it’s a secret. A very famous actor and his wife are expecting a baby and I was introduced to a close relative. I know the gender of their unborn child, but my lips are sealed until they announce it publicly, but I’d be painting the nursery blue.

Groom and I also visited Stonehenge, what my cousins call their homestead on the lake in Nine Mile Falls. We had a blast catching up, being silly with their 15-year old boy, and taking a boat ride as the sun went down.

(As a brief aside, some of these photos are worth a closer look. Simply click on them for better detailing and then hit the back arrow to return to the blog).

Yes, Snow White, you are right. This weekend is memorable.

The Big Babushka

For those of you just tuning in, welcome. We’re in the van again heading home to Eugene from Spokane and are currently driving through the Columbia River Gorge National Scenic Area. The river and the state of Washington are flowing by on our right while Oregon canyon walls are stoically standing watch on our left. The wind is kicking up its heels, reminding us why this is such a popular place to windsurf.

The rain pounded tempo on the drum-roof of our vehicle last week during the long drive to the Lilac City and today the sun is center stage playing rough house with the wind on the equally long drive home. You can see from the first two photos the difference in weather. Photo #1 was just now captured on the return trip and picture #2 was taken last Wednesday, also during the day, on the journey over the desert and through the woods.

A severe weather warning was extended for the Portland area, so we elected to bypass that situation and chose instead to try a new route. Instead of the same ol’ same ol’ on I-5, we ambled up the McKenzie Highway past Sahalie Falls, the Three Sisters, Redmond and Smith Rock, linking up with I-84 around The Dalles. While it took a bit longer, the scenery was gorgeous, changing rapidly: Deep forest, volcanic rock, high desert, emerald waves of grass, the gorge, table rocks, and hills with tall skinny trees reminding us of Tuscany.

I’m happy to report that this, our fourth time in Spokane, was our best so far. We had fun from start to finish and ArtFest, in spite of the rain, turned out to be a good show. As Kimmm says, “One could hear the sound of profitability.”

ArtFest is held annually on the grounds of Coeur d’Alene Park in Browne’s Addition, or as one T-shirt read, “Browne’s Addiction,” a historic neighborhood filled with stunning homes and MAC (the Northwest Museum of Arts & Culture).

We attended the Museum and felt blessed to walk through the Arts & Crafts Movement In The Pacific Northwest special traveling exhibit, a turn of the century installation of furniture, jewelry, pottery, photography, book covers, paintings and other fine hand-crafted examples of the exquisite period. They should have had a sign posted “No Slobbering” as each item was drool-worthy.

In another hall, we wandered through Ruben Trejo: Beyond Boundaries.“Aztlán y más allá is a survey of over 45 years of the artist's sculpture, mixed media constructions, paintings and drawings.”

Spokane and ArtFest is like a person you think you know, but who continues to surprise you time after time. This year I rounded one corner and saw several visitors from Africa in full tribal wear (gorgeous!) and then turned another corner to discover pole dancers, well, pole dancing in the middle of the lawn. Then there was the teepee behind our booth, erected for some mysterious reason, but kept under wraps the whole time. Keeps things interesting.

The photos, documentation of what we’re describing, are more interesting when viewed a little larger. Simply click on the pic to make it bigger, then hit the back button to return to the blog.

The show’s enjoyment factor was multiplied by a lovely visit with my cousin who lives in town and a delightful dinner with a group of intensely artistic people. Until connecting with these friends, I was under the impression that Groom and I lived and breathed art, a natural extension of our passion including how we make our living, how we express ourselves with clothing, the way we decorate our home, the choice of foods we eat, etc.

Ha ha ha. I’m rolling on the floor laughing. I now have a new definition of people who eat breathe and live art. I’m still a toddler wearing diapers compared to these fascinating folks.

One is an artist recently featured on Oregon’s ArtBeat and another whose paintings are, well as one woman put it, “visionary.” They took my breath away.

The interaction, conversation and exposure to people of such talented caliber inspired me more than I can say here. If you’ve been reading along, you might remember the entry I wrote after attending the Salem auction (The 45th Parallel March 3, 2010). There, I realized how small my energy was and after that evening (in combination with taking the metalsmithing classes), I’ve had about four months of creative bliss, where I’ve colored outside the lines, venturing into new territory.

My energy is expanding and so is our art. The pieces have gotten larger, taking on various shapes and extending beyond the square and rectangle postage stamps we’ve been using as our jumping off place.

Retrofitting found objects, and designing some of our own, we find ourselves in the middle of an “upcycling” trend, our jewelry popping with rivets, color, quirkiness and cold connections. Mixed-media Assemblage is what I think they call it, these days.

We found our audience with Spokane. Our necklaces, including “That Voodoo That You Do,” sold at a great pace and we broke our previous record. Speaking of breaking, God’s Minion (a friend of ours), told us to break out of our shell and be bolder in our creativity and presentation.

You know those Russian nesting dolls where one sits inside another? I feel like that right now. Instead of a messy birthing process, it feels like I am busting out of one of those babushka dolls, except instead of opening one and discovering a smaller one inside, it’s the opposite, like I started out in February as the smallest, then after the Salem auction the wooden shell broke open to reveal the next size up.

Now, after this trip to Spokane and the delightful connections made, I feel like the second doll has opened and the next larger size is emerging. The growth is both incremental and exponential. Uh-oh, the combination of those words makes excremental. But no! That’s just my point. So many of my growth spurts have come from pain, the whole “plants need fertilizer” type of experiences, but this one has been born out of joy.

I stopped waiting for “my real thing” to happen, whatever that might have been, and started focusing on taking the jewelry to the next level. This has released energy that was pent up and locked away for some future unknown.

I am enjoying the process.