Nov 20

Why humans are unlike cars (and other self-evident truths)

This was a tough week for me. It was busy at work (which I like) but there were several high-impact meetings that took their toll.

In addition to that, since I fell on November 6 (Salem sidewalks are deathtraps and a disgrace!) I have been having “Goldilocks issues” in addition to just feeling sore.  (Note: more about “Goldilocks issues” later.)

This all came to a head on Wednesday when I gave an online training for work where we had to fight with the internet for no readily apparent reason while trying to stay connected. After returning to my desk, successful but exhausted, I knew I had to go home.

Sometimes I just don’t understand why our bodies can’t just be like cars. You get in the cars and you go. Except old, beat-up cars. Those are just frustrating. Which is pretty much how I felt Wednesday; like a beater car.

When I get like this, I am always deeply afraid that I will somehow start a change of events that ends with me trying to explain to a judge while in a straight-jacket that my ears were too warm and that’s what I took that little boy’s teddy bear and ate it. I can totally imagine a scenario where all this made sense at the time.

So, I went home. I called my mom. I whined… a lot. And I came to the realization that I needed to suck it up and call a chiropractor.

Before I moved to Salem (two years ago, now) I went to see the chiropractor regularly. It wasn’t my favorite thing to do, but it helped. Since I’ve been in Salem I’ve avoided doctor shopping like the plague. But Wednesday I broke.

As an interesting aside, do you know that 70% of people would rather go car shopping than doctor shopping (it’s possible that the statistic is do more research on a car than a doctor, but you get the point)?

So I called around and made an appointment to see a chiropractor the next day.

Now, before anyone gets anxious, it all turned out fine. But mentally, the whole situation still drives me batty.

I arrived at the office and filled out the million (complete understatement) pieces of paperwork which asked, among other things, how you like to be adjusted. This question confused me because… well… isn’t it there job to  know what works? But I thought about it and put “gentle.”

So I went in and the doctor asked me a bunch of questions that made my efforts on the paperwork seem redundant. When he got to the part about “gentle” he says: “What does that mean?”

Car shopping looks pretty good, but I said, “Well, I don’t really like it when they just grab you and twist you around.”

He left that alone and asked me what my symptoms were. I told him I had tripped about a week before and since then I had been sort and achy and just sort of “Goldilocks” feeling.

He looked confused. “Goldilocks feeling?”

“You know. Like Goldilocks.”

“What did Goldilocks do again?

“You know…. it was too big, it was too small, it was too soft, it was too hard, it was too hot, it was too cold.”

“Oh. I guess I forgot that one.”

“I guess I could go with ‘Princess and the Pea.'”

Starting to look concerned about my mental health, he said, “I’m not familiar with that one either.”

I decided to quit while I was ahead. So he started adjusting me, and to be fair, he was gentle. And while I don’t feel 100%, I am feeling better. He asked me to make another appointment next week because (in his words) I’m pretty banged up. No kidding?

As part of what they ask you, they always ask you to do a pain scale. My personal paint scale is that if I am at a doctor’s office of any kind, I am at least a 5. However, by the end of the session I had to jack that up. I ended up screaming in pain when when he used the adjuster gun thing on what he said was a “bruised trigger point.”

Dude. If you knew it was bruised, why are you using a gun thing on it?

I’ll go back next week, because I do feel overall better. But I’m not convinced at all.

I really just want to get in my car/body and go. I don’t like this maintenance stuff.

Nov 13

Bev Jozwiak Workshop – Day 2

Today was the second day of the Bev Jozwiak workshop. As promised, we started with a step-by-step exercise using Chumlee.

My version of Chumlee

For comparision, here is Bev’s version of the same reference photo.

And here’s a photo of the whole class with their versions.

Between working on Chumlee, I attempted to work on two pieces I had brought on Yupo™. I have done one previous painting with this slick surface, but I didn’t fall in love. I’ve seen a couple of videos since then, and as Bev sometimes uses the this, I thought I would give it a try. You saw my attempts at the peacock yesterday.

And I brought a roller today to use to start a yellow-headed blackbird.

I really think I might hate Yupo™.

Moving onto other topics, I brought some paintings that I thought I could work on between steps.

I worked on them a little, but the thing I REALLY wanted to get out of the workshop was and understand of how Bev gets her amazing darks. So I quickly drew out some flowers and went to work, trying to set them up to use her “thirds” idea: the top really dark, the center in middle values, and the bottom very light and loose.

Obviously, thees are unfinished. And they have potential. But I did not nail it. I asked Bev for some help and we agreed it was probably something best learned by “hours on the brush.”

No magic pill, huh?

Bev’s demo, started Saturday, finished today

Which brings me to my reminder in all this. Workshops are about trying something new, not creating masterpieces. Paintings done in  a workshop shouldn’t be entered in shows, though I think there is a little flexibility in this (Chumlee – NO!; yesterday’s horse – Maybe.)

Taken from the standpoint of trying something new…. I nailed it!

Nov 12

Bev Jozwiak Workshop – Day 1

Today I traveled up to Portland to take a two-day workshop from Bev Jozwiak (pronounced Jaws-wick) at the Oregon Society of Artists. I got into this workshop due to a last-minute cancellation and it worked beautifully into my schedule. I have wanted to take a class from her for quite a while. She paints relatable subjects in a loose, “juicy” style that I really enjoy.

Second of two demos by Bev from today’s class.

She started out with a pretty simple demo of a red-winged blackbird (sorry, no photo, maybe tomorrow…) where she talked a little about color theory and a lot about working dark to light, loosing edges, and color application.

Unlike other classes I have taken, the directions for this class suggested coming with 4-6 paintings prepped for paint. The reason for this is after the demonstration, Bev had just work on our own projects while she walked around the room, proving help as requested.

After lunch, Bev did a second demo (show above) on the figure, as she is primarily known as a figure painter, then we went back to work again.

As I have been reminding myself all day… this is a workshop. The idea is to try new things, not turn out masterpieces.

Not masterpieces. Right.

Nov 06

No more challenges, please!

This week, a Facebook friend nominated me for the “Post seven black and white photos about your life” challenge. Christine, I’m sorry to turn you now, but I’m afraid I’m at max right now!

Stealth projects continue apace. I spent my painting time this weekend prepping for next weekend’s seminar by the estimable Bev Jozwiak. I’ve wanted to take a workshop from her for a while, but I never seem to get my act together. Then, a few weeks ago, she posted that her weekend workshop in Portland had a cancellation and I took a chance, got on the wait list, and actually got in.

The directions to the workshop say:

Bring photos to paint from (Come with drawings done, as I like to dive right in, and focus on painting!) Everything from people (I don’t consider myself a portrait painter, besides faces, think about the figure from the back, and slight profiles too) birds and animals. Feel free to paint flowers, still lives, or whatever you love. I can help. The lessons will be more about design, clean color, color mixing, values, lost and found edges, etc., than it will be about painting an exact subject so feel free to paint your passion.

It goes on to suggest bringing 4-6 starts, depending on how fast you paint. As I am a fast painter, I’m going to try for six and see what happens.

Bev provided one subject:

And I’m prepping the following photos.

That’s a total of five, and I may add another.

In addition to all this, I have taken on another challenge. This week I started the National Novel Writing Month Challenge (NaNoWriMo).

For those that don’t know the idea is to write 1667 words per day so that the end of the month you have a 50,000 word novel completed. The idea is NOT to write well or even coherently so much as it as to get people out the starting box and into the finisher category.

When I was in high school, I was obsessed with romance novels and wrote three complete novels (I don’t remember the word count.) But college, then life happened. I’ve started various stories over the years, but they have all gotten stuck on about chapter 3.

I’m taking this challenge for a variety of reasons that I actually don’t want to talk about right now. Let’s just say that while the timing could be better, sometimes you just have to act.

Wish me luck!

I should have some paintings to show you next week.

Oct 30

Something I CAN post

I am still working on stealth projects. Earnestly… never-ending-ly… working on stealth projects.

However, this week I finished this year’s 6×6 painting for the Audubon Society of Portland’s Wild Art Festival. For a recap of past projects, go to last year’s post.

Found Treasure (2017) – 6×6 painting for the Audubon Society of Portland’s Wild Art Festival

A few months ago I found that cute little feather and it’s been sitting on my desk. When I decided to use a collage I’ve been working on, I got to the point where I liked the background so much I didn’t want to continue. Then I saw the little feather and I knew what to do. I tied the feather on and wrote “Found.”


If it’s still there when I go, I may have to buy it back.

In other news, Saturday I went on a bird walk put on by the Luckiamute Watershed Council at Luckiamute State Park. I learned quite a bit, not the least of which is that “Calapooia” means “People of the tall grass” and exactly what grass that was. We saw 42 species and I was tired by the end of the trip.

Here are some pictures so you can judge the beauty of the day for yourself.

Finally, to end this post on a Halloween note, I’ll show you the 3cm x 3cm drawing I did to enter in the Faber-Castell #fabercastelloween Challenge! I had to learn how to use Instagram to do it, so be VERY impressed.




Oct 23

When you are unprepared for your dream to come true

Artistically, I’m still on stealth projects. I hope to have something to show you soon, but I won’t know if it turns out until a little later in the game.

The big excitement this week was my own stupidity.

Back in September I got word that my painting, “The Turn”, had been accepted into the Northwest Watercolor Society annual Waterworks Exhibition (members only.) This is a BIG DEAL! Getting into Watercolor Society of Oregon (WSO) is a big deal. This is REALLY BIG DEAL!

I was on vacation at the time, so I celebrated, but didn’t do much else (Foolish Action #1.) A few days later I got a phone call (still on vacation) asking if I had received the acceptance packet… because the first thing I should have done was not celebrate, but let them know I got it! I apologized and assured the beleaguered show chair that I had indeed received the packet, I was very excited, and my painting would be coming.

Then, Foolish Action #2 happened. I got distracted. Vacation, the WSO show, the Paint the Town show. My attention, never great, just kind of went away. But after the WSO show, I sat down and read over the packet.

I was in trouble.

I had to buy a frame and the shipping time for that is usually about 10 days. That put me beyond the “shipped paintings must be delivered by” date.

Foolish Action #3: I decided to “save” money and drive the painting up to Seattle. This WOULD be a savings because I would be able to get a less expensive frame and would not have to pay for shipping (just shipping coming back.)

There is some possibility that this decision would have been okay, but I forgot another part of the equation. It’s (effectively) monsoon season in the Pacific Northwest.

Seattle traffic is ugly, though Portland is getting bad too. Plus, Seattle planners seem to have a moral objection to “through” lanes, so in addition to making the current turns, you have to be very careful about what lane you are in. Add torrential downpour to the equation, and I white-knuckled large portions of the trip.

But my painting go there, and NWWS posted the following montage on Facebook, so I know it’s been hung.

When I dropped off my painting, many of the paintings were out, but not hung. It’s not very good manners to look at a show before it’s been hung, but my quick glimpses shows the paintings were amazing. I’m not being modest when I saw that I wonder if my painting (however sharp it looks in its new frame) was included as some kind of mistake.

But it’s up now and I’m going to go with it.

Anyone wanna play hooky and go back up to Seattle Thursday for the reception?

Oct 16

Stepping back

Wow, I’ve painted two days in a row. And blogged both days. Someone mark the calendar.

Unfortunately, I’m still on “stealth projects” so I don’t have much to show. Instead, I will explain a decision I’ve been coming to for a while as I show you random pictures from my cell phone that I claim one day will be paintings.

As this is from an i-phone, I’m not sure anyone can see how great the shadows were. But they were cool enough that I contemplated doing a landscape with buildings…

The end of pet portrait commissions

The decision to step back from pet commissions has been coming for a while.

While I enjoy painting pictures of animals, having to do it to meet the tastes of other people is sort of dragging me down. All joking aside, this project was a difficult one for me. Another project I have has been ongoing for over two years because I am so stuck. I finally just restarted it, which is something I don’t like doing.

My painting time is limited and I feel like this is something I can take off my plate (after I get done with my current load.) If I was painting for a living, it would be different, but there is really no point in having a job that interferes so much with my painting time if I have to treat painting as something to please someone else.

Also… the deadlines are killing me.

The final straw came recently when I did not get paid for a commission. It was a friend and someone I thought would honor her word. When it became obvious that she had taken the painting and “ran”, it made me wonder if the small amount of monetary reward was really worth it. (Also, I don’t think I have to go into how hard this “friend’s” actions were to deal with personally.)

I can still do gifts or spontaneous paintings, but right now I’m stepping back from commissions.


To detract from the trauma of this announcement (wait, only I’m traumatized…?) here are more photos that I claim might become paintings.



Oct 15

The extra bedroom

I grew up in a three-bedroom/1-bath house. We always had an extra bedroom that I was relegated to whenever my grandparents came over. As a teenager I remember being fascinated by that room and it’s haphazard contents: sewing items, old textbooks, photographs, old computers. I remember wondering why my mom (sorry, Mom) didn’t DO something with the room.

It’s taken me 30 years, but I now have an answer.


Since coming back from Montana, I feel like every day has been a struggle just to get basic needs met.

The first week, obviously, was all about unpacking and foraging for food. That weekend I had my “Plant and Patio Party” where several friends came over to help me install the plants that would complete my summer-long yard improvement project.

The next week (I think) a few things started falling into place. Groceries  made a modest comeback and the laundry was now in its proper spot. But before I could get too excited the WSO convention came along. In addition to heading up to Troutdale to admire my painting, Saturday I took classes and made small talk with all my painting buddies.

I painting these three starts based on a reference photo in my journal and Doug’s inspirational teaching.

I was supposed to go back up to the convention on Sunday, but I decided to skip out in favor of finally catching up with  my grocery shopping (gosh, I am SO exciting!)

Maybe taking a day to plan for the week helped, however, because about mid-week I caught a glimpse of my “studio” and realized that it bore a striking resemblance to “the extra bedroom.” Items were piled up, chairs rested helter skelter, the goodwill pile was out of control. It took me 45 minutes on Thursday evening to get down to the “painting” layer.

So today my goal was to find enough time to actually get in there and paint. Once again I am up against some deadlines which seems to be my main source of motivation.

I’m proud to say I DID do some painting, but I can’t show you any of it. All three are deadline-driven stealth projects. But to prove my honesty, here is a glimpse of all three.

I’m going to try to get some more painting in tomorrow. I’d like to get to a place where I’m working on what I want instead of deadlines.

But before I forget, it’s been pretty exciting around here the last few weeks and I have been too busy to share.

The American Academy of Equine Art’s 37th Annual AAEA Fall Showcase is currently up (you can see the show online as well)

The Turn got into the Northwest Watercolor Society (NWWS) show (my first non-horse national show.)

Artists in Action’s “Paint the Town” event is finally up. When I went to the opening reception on October 4 I was THRILLED to see that not only had I received an Honorable Mention but one of my paintings has the coveted red dot (sold)!

I think you, and I, are now all caught up to date. Fingers crossed I can continue this good work…

Sep 27

Montana adventure – days 9 and 10

Well, we are home, safe and sound. I even think Mom and I are speaking to each other (it was a near thing at the end. Crossing four states–639 miles–in just over 12 hours will test anyone’s relationship.)

Our last days in Montana were fun. Sunday I took a long hike with Key, then we drove up to see Skalkaho Falls.


Wild… Life… Whatever





Monday, of course, was ALL about the drive. But we’re home (Mom’s last leg was this morning), safe and sound.

Home. Still the best place on Earth.

Sep 24

Montana adventure – days 7 and 8

I always hate to admit it, but about day 6 of any vacation, I begin to get homesick. It’s silly… I have my mom and my dog with me, but the undeniable fact is that I’m a LONG way from home.

As if to make sure I feel welcome, the last couple of days have been spent with good friends of the family, the Dunbars. Laurie is my Mom’s best friend since… 1st grade? Her children, Bonnie, Amber, and Jeremy, were my main playmates when I was over here during the summer. We’ve spent the last few days laughing and touring and eating together (without Jeremy, sorry.)

Mom (Maggie), Laurie, and Ray.

On Friday, I got up and took a cold and wet walk with Key to Hieronymus Park (say that fast). All sensible birds were holed up someplace warm.

The park has neat interpretive signs. I am putting this one up for a friend who I think will enjoy it.

We then met up with Laurie and after lunch went out (again) to Metcalf.

On the way home, we saw this dark morph red tail hawk at the Teller reserve.

Today (Saturday), the weather couldn’t have been more different (at least initially).

Hieronymus Park was teeming with little brown birds; I was fooled by yesterday’s lack of birds, I didn’t take my camera. But my binoculars served me well, and we barely made it back to the house in time to meet with the crew to tour the Hamilton farmer’s market (awesome), window shop the downtown, eat lunch at the local brewery, and finally hit the yarn store where I got a couple of “orders” that will keep me busy for a little while.

A brief stop at the house to unload my purchases, and we were off to tour the south valley and have dinner. I’ll leave you with these images. You can judge how it was.

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