flora

fennel arugula apricot salad

a roll of film

I found an old roll of film, from the time when I didn't take the easy route and carry my little cannon powershot in my pocket, snap snap snap. I got this film developed, samples above and realize how much I miss real film and how sad I am that it is slowly becoming obsolete. After this revelation I went to get my old Minolta SLR fixed, so I could get back to film. Well, turns out Minolta is out of business and the small piece I need for the battery, well it's not worth trying to find, apparently it is simply cheaper to just buy a new film camera altogether. sigh. I know there will always be art in photography, but I can't help but morn the end of an era, where taking a photograph was complicated as was producing and the product could have a grainy depth that no digital print can.

skagit county

Oswaldo Guayasamin

Ecuador. The Hands of Protest.

zOil Painting, why must you be so difficult to prepare for? I've been thinking about painting for weeks but stalled by the looming requisite mess. Huzzah, it's been overcome. Each time I oil paint my preference for the medium is affirmed. I took my first class last fall at SF CC and am ready for the next installment, unfortunately I must wait until I am gainfully employed and not an itinerant anymore. Painting endeavours were a little Skagit Valley landscape abstracted (I think I would like to do more of these in different colors) and then a little still life practice with the last piece a fruit in the house, a sad little apple.

spring in Portland.