Last Sunday I spent my morning playing with lettering and ended up with this happy Bob Ross homage. This Sunday I woke up in a picturesque forest, having decided at the last minute to escape the latest heatwave by camping on the Oregon Coast. Sundays like these, I feel like a lucky lady.
It is hot in Portland. Not like, ew, I’m a little sweaty hot, but like, it’s almost 8 PM and it’s still triple digits out. I grew up in the desert, I should be able to deal- but there is no humidity in the desert, this heat is a whole different beast. All I want is to go sit in the forest and cool off. Of course instead I made a painting.
Allow me to introduce a thought I’ve been thinking, and I must thank my friend Sarah for suggesting there should be a baby in the scene- it really ‘ties the room together’.
Ever since I saw the building high banners announcing the Italian Fashion Exhibit that was making its way to the Portland Art Museum, I’ve been itching to go. However, life and the day to day seemed to fly by, through February, (plenty of time!), March (ages left!), April (I should think about that)- and today, the 3rd of May, and the very last day to see it!
Today was the perfect day to catch the exhibit- the sun was shining, and the streetcar between my neighborhood and the museum was the most wonderful way to travel unencumbered. Luckily, I left my day wide open and was able to take it in with a friend- and thank goodness I gave myself time. I was excited to see the exhibit, but I had no idea just how sucked into the world of fashion, folds, lace, and glitter I would be.
My friend and I were giddy at each new discovery- a perfectly cut suit here, an ethereal ball gown there- and then what we dubbed the Pants of Penzance. I have no way to describe the horror that was the pleated knee length jumper suit- it was unleashed upon the world in 1981, and must have taken some serious cruise ship level towel folding skills to create. It was all ruffles and swirling pleats- it had a strange mixture between shoulder pads and what seemed like wings, and the same effect mirrored on the bottom half of the pants. Besides a few bizarre entries, the exhibit was incredible (even the bizarre outfits were artfully made, if not total head-scratchers).
I haven’t had a solid museum sketch sesh like that in quite some time- I’m so pleased with it I’ll catalogue the results below: