Dabbles

My mother is an amazing artist. She draws, paints, weaves, sculpts, throws pottery and one time, she cast a small bunny she made out of clay in bronze. Like, out of nowhere. Where do you even do that?

I, on the other hand, am less artistically inclined. But over the last few years, I've decided to dabble in art as to not disgrace the family name. These are my attempts.

Sorry, mom.

"Shoes"

Acrylic and a little pigeon poop on canvas, 8x10

True story: in the final stages of painting this, a pigeon flew down my chimney and pooped on this painting. It's that discolored blotch on the right. Gross.

"The Reminder"

Acrylic on canvas, 11x14

After a 10 month battle with cancer, I was left with this scar. But you should see the other guy.

"Cheerio Shadows"

Acrylic on canvas, 30x36

An experiment in light and whole grain.

"Etc. For Sale"

Darkroom photography, 8x10

An antique store in Ruston, WA where this photo will most likely end up one day.

"The Unanswered Question"

Darkroom photography, 8x10

I always thought shoes dangling from power lines said something about simpler times. Then someone told me it was how you identify a crack house. I like my thing better.

"Tree Sweaters"

Darkroom photography, 8x10

Sometimes it gets so cold in the Northwest that the trees need sweaters. The moss is happy to oblige.