September is another season…

It has been a wonderful two months now that I have been back on San Juan. On September 6th, I was present at the wedding of my old crewmate Dane Caldwell & Selva Wohlgemuth. As a gift for them I made a pair of painted plates at Johnny Picasso’s in Anacortes. Dane taught me a lot about longlining, such as: how to skin an octopus, how to eat raw sea urchin uni while coiling groundline, how to dress halibut, etc. I had a lot of fun with these plates and I am thinking of doing more ceramic painting projects in the future…

On the left, black cod fishing, and on the right, halibut fishing.

On the left, black cod fishing, and on the right, halibut fishing.

After that, I went along for a week with several good friends on a sailing trip from San Juan up into the Gulf Islands of BC. The weather was incredibly sunny and calm, not allowing much sailing, but we contented ourselves with hiking, sunbathing, picking apples and plums in the old orchard on Prevost Island, gathering oysters, fishing for lingcod, diving for crabs, and generally having a good time.

The moon over James Bay, Prevost Island

The moon over James Bay, Prevost Island

Scenes from Wallace Island

Scenes from Wallace Island

A burly old Madrona on Tent Island

A burly old Madrona on Tent Island

I recently started working part time as an assistant for the sculptor Matthew Gray Palmer (matthewgraypalmer.com). This incredibly skilled and talented artist just happens to live and work in Friday Harbor. I consider myself one lucky individual to get paid to spend time in Matthew’s workshop of wonders, learning new things every day about bronze, concrete, steel, moulding, casting, welding, and more. It’s like everything I ever dreamed of doing in art class as a kid, multiplied by 100.

The studio, with a stainless steel work in progress looming over a curious-looking piggy bank.

The studio, with a stainless steel work in progress looming over a curious-looking piggy bank.

Maquettes from old projects gathering dust as they oversee our work.

Maquettes from old projects gathering dust as they oversee our work.

My bike outside the studio.

My bike outside the studio.

Best of all has been spending time on the 5 acres at the foot of Cady Mountain that I now call home, hewing logs for a shed and dreaming and scheming of a thousand different things to come. Most of all I think of all the trees I want to grow here: walnuts, chestnuts, filberts, monkey puzzle, figs, mulberries, seaberries, medlars, plums, black locust, perhaps even a few hardy olives like the folks over on Pender and Saturna islands (http://olivetrees.ca/). It will be a long process with lots of hard work and challenges along the way. I am looking forward to being here:

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Going Home

After a fairly average salmon fishing season aboard the Sea Mist in Prince William Sound, I am back in Homer for a few days before going home to a yurt and 5 acres on San Juan Island. The Sound is as beautiful as ever, glaciers blazing under the midnight sun one minute, wrapped in fog and rain the next. There was time for the occasional dip in a fjord as well as berry-picking excursions in the rainforest. The fishery seems for the most part the same as the last time I was there in 2010, with the addition of more boats lured by big hatchery pink runs. There is a sense that the ‘gentleman’s fishery’ in which fishermen know and respect each other, is becoming afflicted with more greed and obliviousness. Although not every permit is actively fishing at this point, the common sentiment among long-time Prince William Sound seiners seems to be that there are ‘too many boats’.

With so many boats waiting for a turn to set on any given point, I had a some time to put my colored pencils to work in trying to capture the unique landscapes of the Sound.

 

F/V Miss Molly in Sawmill Bay

F/V Miss Molly in Sawmill Bay

"The Slide" Sawmill Bay, Evans Island

“The Slide” Sawmill Bay, Evans Island

Montague Island

Montague Island

Sugarloaf Mountain, Port Valdez

Sugarloaf Mountain, Port Valdez

Alder-covered mountains in Port Valdez

Alder-covered mountains in Port Valdez

Beaver Nelson, legendary Prince William Sound fisherman

Beaver Nelson, legendary Prince William Sound fisherman

South Twin Bay, Elrington Island

South Twin Bay, Elrington Island

Cabin Fever: four days of closed fishing, sitting on anchor in nonstop pouring rain and howling wind, produced such elaborate daydreams

Cabin Fever: four days of closed fishing, sitting on anchor in nonstop pouring rain and howling wind, produced such elaborate daydreams

F/V Sea Mist going home

F/V Sea Mist going home

Some reflections from life on the boat:

Day off, reading

How many words can you pour into your head?

How deeply can these drops of information soak down

into the subsoil of your brain

before it becomes fully saturated

and they run in rivulets down the side of your head

to join the rushing streams, the roaring torrents

of continual human forgetfulness.

I am collecting rainwater in a roast pan.

A section of plywood in the fo’c’sl has become entirely saturated.

Here in Prince William Sound, in South Twin Bay, on August 8th

it seems as if some aqueducts in the sky have burst  open.

In the snug household of my bunk

the rain invites itself in.

 

 

Alaskan Summer

I have been in Homer, Alaska for almost a month now, and tomorrow I am going to Prince William Sound on the F/V Sea Mist, to spend the rest of the summer chasing salmon among the fjords. The midnight sun is here in abundance, bringing with it an explosion of plant life, animal energy, and waves migrating visitors: squawking cranes, leaping salmon, and  human seekers and adventurers of all kinds.

It has been good reconnecting with friends old and new here in this small coastal community, this self-styled ‘cosmic hamlet by the sea’… Even though my home is now down south among the Doug fir and madrona by the Salish Sea, I will always remember this place and these people.

While in Homer I stumbled upon a great community art project called Searching for the Sublime at the End of the Road. I helped Michael Gerace, Jesus Landin Torres III, Jimmy Riordan, Sarah Tonin, and many others to build a hive-shaped adobe cenotaph on Bishop’s Beach. It was a great learning experience in mud, sand and teamwork, and also a labor of love that suddenly and poetically climaxed when a storm-surge washed away most of the cenotaph a day or two after it was fully fired and complete. We knew it would be ephemeral, but the swiftness of the ocean in reclaiming its dominion over the beach made it that much dearer to our memories. I must also thank Asia Freeman and Michael Walsh at Bunnell Arts Center for bringing this project to Homer, and for all the other great things they are working on at the gallery and in Old Town. If you are ever in Homer, take a long walk down Bishop’s beach, get a loaf of bread at Two Sisters, stop into Bunnell to see some fascinating art, consider a tattoo at A Muse Ink, get a good book at the Mermaid cafe/ Old Inlet bookshop, have some bouillabaisse at Maura’s… you won’t be disappointed.

I am now looking forward to spending another summer in the labyrinth of rain-drenched islands and fjords that is Prince William Sound, among salmon, bears, deer, eagles, jellyfish, kelp, and the constant radio gossip of the seine fleet. When the days get shorter and the pink salmon are gone, then it will be time to go home to San Juan Island, to blackberries, plums, apples, winter squash, and good friends that I miss.

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Seeker at the end of the road

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Faces of the Down East Saloon

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The ubiquitous Pushki

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The Sea Mist, built in 1976

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Sketches, with a figure copied from Arthur Rackham

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Drawing by Karma

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Last day in Washington, views of the Salish Sea

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Miscellaneous sketches

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A memory of India

Bird's eye view of the cenotaph site

Bird’s eye view of the cenotaph site

Looking out from the alder grove by the creek, cenotaph under construction below

Looking out from the alder grove by the creek, cenotaph under construction below

firing the cenotaph

firing the cenotaph

inside

inside

after the storm

after the storm

Island Spring

Mother Mouse

Mother Mouse

Now I am living in my yurt on San Juan Island, on a south-facing slope at the foot of Cady Mountain. Awakening each morning to innumerable birdsongs all around, walking outside through waves of tiny wildflowers and the rising tide of nettles, grass, and brush, I have been taking time to watch the bustling insects pursue their mates. Tomorrow I am going to Alaska to prepare for the Prince William Sound pink salmon fishery, but I will be back to this island Eden when the blackberries ripen in September. I have been drawing and painting as always, going back into a simple mode of observation and reflection.

Fishery Point, Waldron I.

Fishery Point, Waldron I.

Beach Camp

Beach Camp

E & M

E & M

Town

Town

Open Mic

Open Mic

Observations (large bug at upper right copied from Aaron Horkey)

Observations (large bug at upper right copied from Aaron Horkey)

Faith, that the sun will rise tomorrow.

Faith, that the sun will rise tomorrow.

 

Home Improvement for a Friend

My friend Kyle of the Hub Bike Co-op recently approached me about doing a small painting for the bathroom in his house. It seemed like rather an odd request, until I got there and saw that the entire house has has been lovingly remodeled in bold cheerful colors with a quirky and endearing sense of design. Kyle has put a lot of skill and creativity into the place, especially the little bathroom. Check out the beautiful tilework in the shower:

2014-01-24_14-48-07_258Kyle showed me a small painting in a sort of Chinese landscape style that he liked, and asked for something along those lines, insisting, however, that I go where inspiration led. Bathrooms are places where we use water, a place of cleansing and refreshment, so I wanted to paint water. I also wanted to continue the lovely azure color of the tiles, which goes well with the bright yellow walls. And, the bathroom being a small, intimate space, I thought it would be nice to show a broad view of a vast, far away place.

2014-01-24_14-47-50_444What emerged was a dreamy landscape inspired by the deep fiords of the Alexander Archipelago… Southeast Alaska. Tall Sitka spruce along a drift-strewn beach, with a classic old-fashioned halibut schooner chugging along to their next set. Wraith-like shreds of cloud waft along the avalanche-scarred mountainsides… A crude imitation of the real thing, but hopefully enough to jog our memories.

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Oregon Holidays, and a story for Dog lovers

Marys Peak

Marys Peak

Looking south from Bald Hill
Looking south from Bald Hill

Bald Hill

Bald Hill

Benton County Historical Society Museum

Benton County Historical Society Museum

Having spent the holidays in Philomath, Oregon, I am struck once more by the beauty of the Willamette Valley and the Coast Range mountains. The pale lichen-covered oaks and ashes offset the dark serrations of Douglas fir. Shifting clouds and fog alternately reveal and disguise the surrounding hills and ridges. Fertile farmland spreads across the valley floor, criss-crossed by roads and bike paths, punctuated by peaceful towns and hamlets, and divided by the ever flowing rivers. I grew up in this place and always felt its beauty in a deep, subconscious way. But now returning after many far travels, with a keener eye for species and climates, I am delighted anew by this gentle landscape.                                                   Heading farther into the mountains to Marys Peak, the forest grows taller and darker, the moss thickens on the branches, and the road curves and twists like a snake to climb the steep ridges. On the lower slopes of the Peak, older trees appear like mythical guardians of an ancient realm. Their weathered crowns tower over us like great shaggy pagodas, pointing upwards out of sight. The mountain is crowned with broad meadows ringed by a ghostly blue forest of noble firs. Up there you can see from the shore of the Pacific to the Cascade peaks, and to the north and south an unbroken procession of rugged green mountains. This Coast Range, marked by clearcuts and dotted with little valley hamlets, is one of those places where you could spend your entire life and not see every rushing creek and mossy glen. Here and there are human homes carved out of the temperate jungle, roads connecting valleys to the coast, but in the end it is the trees that rule the landscape. Fallen giants are replaced by saplings racing upwards, as the hungry mills wait to transform them into newspapers and condominiums…                                                                                                                                                                         For a long time I’ve been meaning to record a story read out loud, and thanks to my friend Sam Hazen I have now done so. It is “The Birth of Bran” from the book Irish Fairy Tales by James Stephens. The story will be of particular interest for those who have dogs in their life…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hungry Animals at the Co-op

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On Thursday I finished a mural commission at the Bellingham Food Co-op, a 4′ x 8′ piece in the children’s play area (next to the free tea station and the service desk). It took me nine days of working anywhere from 5 to 12 hours at a stretch. I had a lot of fun painting this, and best of all was when kids would come in to play while I was working on it and provide all kinds of interesting commentary. Children have a way of bringing a fresh perspective to the conversation: while most adults would say “oh, nice mural…” I had a number of kids ask me simply: “why are you painting that?”

Karl Meyer, my friend and the community relations person at the Co-0p, came to me a few months ago with the idea that the children’s area needed a mural. He liked my Eat North West poster (which obviously resonates with the Co-op’s provision of local and regional food) and suggested something similar. I came up with this image as a way of illustrating healthy eating in a more fun and entertaining way. Everyone is fascinated by animals, expecially children. The weary farmer, asleep in his wheelbarrow after a long day’s work in the autumn harvest season, doesn’t notice the hungry animals gorging themselves. But it’s ok, because the harvest is so abundant that there is enough to let some other species have their share. The whole ecosystem is provided for. Even in the middle of Bellingham, deer, raccoons, rats, and other animals are a part of life that aren’t going away.

There is a strange dichotomy in the way that Americans spend vast amounts of money on keeping dogs, cats, and other pets, and yet are ignorant or frightened of the wild animals living in forests and briar patches all around them. We sit indoors watching films and tv shows filled with exotic and imaginary animals, while raccoons plunder dumpsters unnoticed outside. I think that we should be more observant and appreciative of the creatures recolonizing the margins of our civilization. They can better instruct us in the art of survival, and nourish our ancient yearning to live among many species, than can our house-bound pets.

Acrylic on plywood wall panel

Acrylic on plywood wall panel