Art Walk

I owe the journal my Art Walk. Maybe I will post this one in the old, large journal, too. Why don't I write in there these days? I'm not sure. It's just as easy now to write over there, as here. Though I need to stop the spam crap. I knew there was a reason I Didn't like blogging. The spam. All my comments over there have to get approved so that there's no crap for readers, but that puts more work on me that isn't writing. Anyone got any good ideas on blocking spam comments on blogs?

Blogs. I feel like I have sunk so low. But the RSS is nice.

Right! Art Walk!

DLJ and I hit almost every stop in both Sellwood and Brooklyn, starting around 11:30 after checking out brunch at the Original Pancake House. I hope to go there again. There was a long wait but we volunteered to sit at the community table, a large table in the middle that sits you with strangers.

I had cherry crepes, very good but so huge I only ate about 2/3 of the plate! DLJ tried their hash, which is often how he judges a restaurant on breakfast.

And then we were off. It was a wonderful day for this once the sun started to peek out. We parked on SW Milwaukee and took our map and started wandering the neighborhood. So many kitties! Each house was easy to see; each member had a wooden sign shaped like a hand on their lawn or attached to the house, brightly colored and numbered to match their number on the map. We explored art, houses and people all afternoon. My favorite house belonged to a painter, with oil landscapes of the oregon coast, and other paintings done by her friend hanging in one of the other rooms. There were also paintings to view in the bathroom. A warm fire was burning, it was a cozy, clean artist's house. My favorite ROOM in a house was at the obsidian windchime guy's house. His kitchen had a sunroom where the table was, glassed in and overlooking the garden. Oh my.

My favorite art…that's tougher. In the Brooklyn neighborhood, we visited a silversmith, making celtic designs for pendants and pins. His studio was small, he lived in the back. He was truely an artist who did what he loved, lived humbly and was very friendly and open to explain how he made his pieces, which were beautiful.

The glass guy in Sellwood was great, I loved seeing a guy with his own glassblowing studio. Next year we will save up a budget ahead of time for art, as there were some things we would have loved, but didn't plan for.

My favorite people were a father/daughter team. We only met the daughter. Their space was in the garage and over it, where he did work with wood burls and woodwork, and she painted. They shared the studio space they built themselves over the garage, really well made. It was such a great synergy between father and daughter.

I wish Beaverton had one of these! I wrote the Beaverton Art Commission to make sure we don't. It's true that artists live in interesting places, there is more likely to be artists in the thick of Portland than out in the suburbs…but this artwalk had about 30 artists…surely Beaverton has 30 out there somewhere that would want to open their studio. I can think of one, at least! ;)

I am so glad we did this, and look forward to the opportunity visit more of them in more neighborhoods. I went on one of these in San Francisco years ago, and had forgotten how wonderful it was. I think owning a home made it even more enjoyable, as the home-envy feelings have disappeared, and studio envy, too! I remember walking around SF and just drooling over the homes I walked in. But there were some apartment renters on the map, with studios, and that was equally if not even more inspiring. Artists in pretty homes are fun to visit, but I appreciated the small studios with the single bed hidden behind a sheet just as much if not more. That might be why I enjoyed the silver guy so much. Simple life, honest work, and he was happy to share his world.