Post Apocalyptic Labor Day/Tree of Life

I didn’t post here yesterday as I usually do on Sunday because I was listening to sea lions, getting impaled by sand spurs, collecting bones and jumping into the ice cold Pacific Ocean like a crazy person. Today back in Portland the light has been an eerie shadowy hot pink hue due to the forest fires which are still raging all over the West. The sky looks like the end of the world has come and gone, or is at least immanent. In contrast my homeland in the opposite corner of the country has been getting inundated with water and is gearing up for a hurricane. It is a time of extremes.

This is something I drew in my sketchbook recently. The tree of life continues to be a recurring theme in my work/life it seems. I’m thinking of all the immolating trees in the Columbia River Gorge and across the region and hoping for the renewal and vitality of future forests.

A Strange Thing

“If you’re an artist, you’ve got to know about anger without being restricted by it. In order to create, you’ve got to have energy; you’ve got to have clarity. You’ve got to be able to catch ideas. You’ve got to be strong enough to fight unbelievable pressure and stress in this world. So it just makes sense to nurture the place where that strength and clarity and energy come from – to dive in and enliven that. It’s a strange thing, but it’s true in my experience: Bliss is like a flak jacket. It’s a protecting thing. If you have enough bliss, it’s invincibility.”
-David Lynch, Catching the Big Fish

Eclipse

Tomorrow the Sun, Moon and Earth will be in perfect alignment, causing a few minutes of midnight to interrupt the morning. What dreams will flourish in the shadow of the Moon? Will we see our own distorted reflections in the dark mirror, or visions of another world?

 

Night Blooming

“Midnight to noon
I’m a desert child
And mountains make me nauseous
I like to look up wild at an infinite sky
Twinkling with diamonds”

-CocoRosie

Back to the 90s

I was going to post an ink drawing I did in my sketchbook this week but it’s cloudy today and I can’t seem to get a decent picture of it so I’m posting something from my sketchbook circa 1999 instead.  It seems to fit the mood right now.

The Joy of Strength Exercised

“Lust implies not only strength, but the joy of strength exercised. It is vigour, and the rapture of vigour”

-The Book of Thoth, page 92

Art Photo Shoot/New Images

Some more of my pieces got professionally photographed today by my talented uncle Russ Widstrand. There are now 12 new acrylic paintings and one new collage on display in the gallery sections of this website.

Last Thursday

Here’s my table from Last Thursday on Alberta. It was a blast. I plan on being out there next month too.

Tonight on Alberta Street

I just made all these new prints and will be selling them tonight (along with some original paintings) at the Last Thursday arts showcase on Alberta Street in Portland, Oregon from 6 to 9 pm. Stop by and say hi!

Dream Gate

“The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after the death of the vegetative body.”   ~William Blake