Wednesday, May 20, 2015

nothing special


Just another little walk through the neighborhood in the sun. 



This shed is being consumed.

Lilac tree



Fish drain.

Picked up my currency to pay for tea in London, and my paper work with trip insurance, what ever that is. The more I read about it the more confused I get. I guess the only thing that the airline will not tolerate is no-show...Not looking forward to TSA, One woman told me that they made her take her baby's diaper off and his booties...REALLY TSA, could you be more assholey?

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Sunday stuff making


Decided to make a graduation card for Erik. I inherited a huge falling apart dictionary from 1910, found a suitable page, got out the marker pens of limited choice...and  basically doodled leaving the important bits visible. The old paper is so fragile and thin I was a little heavy handed a couple of times and made holes.  I  used water color for  the back
A step up from Hallmark - maybe...


then I thought about my new tiny camera and how vulnerable it is for travel. I made it a felted case, blanket stitched with heavy carpet thread for heft! Braided yarn and embroidery thread for a closing tie.
Pretty efficient.



Then decided to felt a person- couldn't decide what color to make her cloths so I wove many together, - couldn't find brown wool for hair so I used the wool that I dyed in coo- aid which is just the right shade of green.
She still needs some refining but I think that is enough for one day.


Too much color, I am going to rest my eyes on a blank white wall now.

Monday, May 11, 2015

An extraordinary Art school move from dismal to glorious




Above are photos of the old school, Where Erik spent three of his four years - the buildings look like warehouses/garages and they are across the street from one another...it was functional and funky, there were frustrations, natural light was also an issue.
The Old 1916 Federal building in the Pearl came up for sale. There were donations pouring in, fund raisers, folks with CASH!!

And so this building was purchased for the school, revamped with integrity.


Sturdy stone and marble, ornate and absolutely gorgeous, with intricate details adorning windows, doors, wherever there could be an interesting detail making the mundane a bit more  - important looking. After all ,It was a federal building in a very important historical time.



Particularly amusing and curious are the columns of naked guys holding hands, above them are naked women holding hands, every huge window has two of these columns to stabilize the glass.
Along the street side are the new letters " Pacific Northwest College Of Art"
Students began moving in fall semester, still unfinished. Work is still being done, millions of dollars pouring in. So Worthy!



In the center of this magnificent building, was a huge courtyard for Immigration, sorting out the folks who came to live the American promise back in the day.
There existed no floors, just empty space, lit only by the sky. 
The floors have been put in, using huge metal tracks in the center and these hefty cables. The wall was removed and stabilized with fifteen inch  thick new , more open wall, leaving the two inch think marble veneer of the old wall. 


The ceiling is massive and beautiful! This guy built a device with a very very long feather duster at the end of a very very long bamboo pole, to painstakingly dust every single inch of the ceiling...doing this for nine hours straight, as a service but also as "ART".
- his contribution to "focus week", As  an instructor at the school and also one of Erik's panel members, every year he invents a gadget to perform some art/useful activity. Perhaps next year he will polish the knobs of the gentlemen holding hands , keeping the windows in place.




not a single cob web or bit of dust, the ceiling shines!

The library is on two floors, open and full of light, Still working on collections, This is the photography section, not quite full, the remarkable thing about this section - the CHAIRS! They are so sensitive in their swivel ability that when you sit and give it a tiny little boost with your foot, it effortlessly spins, and if you tuck your self in, like an ice skater, the spin intensifies- put your legs out to slow , tuck in again, and whirl, this can go on until the end of time, these chairs are engineered so well. 
Tomorrow I will post the event, the evening of Erik's thesis presentation, which, I must say, blew everyone's minds. Astonishing! The lad did well!

Sunday, May 10, 2015

walking around the Pearl


One of the main reasons I like Portland so much is that the Pearl District is very like a European town,  little motor traffic, loads of bicycles and pedestrians, 
The shops are small, the city blocks are small, everything is walk-able and charming.


Nearly everyone has a dog, this one is miffed because the owner left the shop without him.


Anyplace that is dog friendly is cool with me. 
And Portland is so very dog friendly!
They are everywhere, they can eat lunch with you!
Even the homeless have, what look to me like, well cared for clean dogs.
Shop keepers generously leave water and biscuits for the pooches, as well as poop bags.


Coffee is everywhere, as well, however Portland's coffee is not as good as Bellingham's or Seattle's. 
Portland's coffee has a sort of nut flavor, not a good nut...maybe one that has lingered too long in the bottom of the nut sack!
(you're welcome)
I did get a muffin here, at the mobile muffin.


Old and new smooshed together on the same corner.



It is a city after all, there is so much cool about Portland...I really should live in this city! Of course The Pearl District is the creme de la creme - it is where all of the money goes, the outer reaches of the city are not quite so charming. Erik's lease is up at the end of the summer so he will have to find another place to hang his hat. Probably have to live in a shared household with ...oh no....OTHERS!! Re locate to a less expensive district. Damn!



It really is relaxing to wander around by myself in this city. Very low key and beautiful. Reluctant to go back to the Ham!! Even for a decent cuppa joe.

Saturday, May 9, 2015

from the station , from the bridge. up and over


The red station, so pretty, and clean and old, welcoming. The red Broadway bridge over the river, the prettiest bridge to my reckoning, 





The breeze on the bridge is usually strong, but the air is soft, gusting softness, like puffy air, chubby soft air, you can cup your hand around it.




Coming down the other side you will land on a grassy bit of earth with a rock at the edge stating that this was the homestead site of the river boat king and his beloved. 
A sculpture made in their honor on the site which was once a house stands guard over the area. Pilings and drilled mooring stone for vessels.



Father down, a very large crown, Not sure if this is what the river boat king wore.


From here I pop over to the dregs of a motel , just across the street from Erik's apartment. He is consumed with his work, I do not see him and do not go to his apartment . Just the closeness is good enough. The hotel - truly terrible but when one's body is tired it doesn't matter, does it?

Riding that train, could use some cocaine...


Catching the early morning train to Portland, As usual buckets of rain.
Snoozing mostly , looking out the window occasionally, The Sound is grey, dark, very damp! And I have the energy of a snail.






Approaching Portland after six and a half hours on the rail, having waited for freight trains, coal trains, oil trains, bridges lifting-- passenger trains are low man on totem pole! I don't mind , It is a pleasant ride. Sitting business class, a seat to myself, A window to myself. It is good.


Coming in to Portland, the sky is becoming more clear, the air more electric, the heart pumping more vigorously!
Yahoo!
Portland!

The shiny pink building next to....


THIS one, the old federal building, built in 1916, made new again for PNCA, where Erik is in the final throws of thesis work, orals, and graduation. 
I have come to see his presentation.


to see the usual Portland shenanigans...


To meet his girlfriend, and to see his new tattoo , and, as tats go, this one is a winner! A trilobite , the king of all!


I am so glad that Erik calls Portland his home now. I LOVE Portland! Though it is quickly becoming as expensive as London, through the roof!!! Gentrified areas that once were urban cool...change- the only constant in this life...but at the moment Portland is fabulous!
And so is my son!
So much so that I want to cry... all of the time...It's a Mom thing...
a joyful thing, all tears are not from anguish, you know.

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