Last week was terrible because of a terrible allergy attack. I’m feeling mostly normal now, except that I seem to be permanently stuffed up. On the bright side, before this allergic reaction to the Oregon air occurred, I went to the Wooden Shoe Tulip Farm for the tulip festival. It was fantastic! Taking a break from my studio time to see these bright and richly saturated colors with a backdrop of Mt. Hood was completely welcome and needed for this artist soul of mine.
I finally moved forward in time to March for the #creativeUNblock project. Even though I still feel like I have about a million thirty seven ideas for January’s project, I am embracing March… and actually it’s a lot of fun!
This month’s #creativeUNblock assignment was to paint paper, cut it up and make a collage. Here’s what I came up with so far:
Since I’ve been loving this project so much, I’m pretty sure it’ll keep making an appearance in the upcoming months 😉
My love affair with busted factories began in 2005 in New York City… well, actually, Beacon, NY. My friends and I visited the Dia: Beacon on a Wednesday. The only reason I know we visited on a Wednesday is because it was my day off from work and more importantly, the museum was closed. Lame. We ended up walking around Beacon for a bit and came across a dilapadated factory. It was beautiful. The colors, the ice on the floors, the light illuminating the ice, the peeling paint and rust everywhere… this place was completely magical. From that point on, I’ve been hooked on the beauty of these forgotten places. They offer a kind of untold history of where and how things were made. Looking around the space that day made such an impression on me, I spent the next two years creating work based on the images I took in Beacon along with other factories I later photographed.
Fast forward to today and my love for these forgotten places continue to tug at my heartstrings. When I moved to PDX, I didn’t realize how many old factories there are! And there is actually a beautifully aged factory steps from where I live. Naturally, I snapped the pics that I could and set to work on a collage. The only downside is that I can’t really get up close and personal with this place the way I would like. It is an unfortunate thing for me, but I’m still delighted by the sight of it.
PDX Factory I, mixed media, 9″x12″