Happy Thanksgiving.

AHA!

You thought I'd left you, didn't you? No such luck. I've simply been lurking about in the basement, hunched over my drafting table, or stuck in horror novels behind closed doors (and covered in blankets). I raced through "Heart-Shaped Box" by Joe Hill in a matter of two days, a thoroughly satisfying quick read about an aging death-metal rocker who purchases a ghost through the internet and things begin to go awry. Following completion of the book, this little number came to be. Rather appropriate timing in my opinion. The victory dress gone goth...the collar, skirt and bias binding are made from my old college curtains, the bodice crafted from a T-shirt dug out of the bins. I must admit, I am rather proud of this collar, having drafted it myself (with the assistance of my sixties/seventies craft and sewing books) and look forward to further adventures in dressmaking details...

The Victory Dress

Never in my life have I felt "proud to be an American" until now. Glad that I come from Oregon, happy to say I've lived in California, sure. I remained, however, riddled with doubt and cynicism about America. This cynicism was amplified by living abroad and a constant duty to explain the disparity between America's politics the beliefs of its citizens. While in Germany, I almost felt it was my job to prove to Europeans that we are not what we might seem. That the ideals on which this country was founded might still be put into practice. That the policies of the past eight years have been extremely unpopular not just abroad, but at home. That we don't necessarily agree with the way our country has been run. But I dared not hope for something different. Honestly, since Kerry lost in 2004 I have never even gone so far as to imagine an America governed by someone other than an inept embarrassment and a calculating, sinister puppet-master. On Election night it all melted away. The constipated nightmare that has been American politics for the past eight years ran down the drain with Barack Obama's impeccable acceptance speech. Of course he cannot fix everything. But this is a sea change on the side of hope and positivity. This is a man I can admire as president. A man who will create a government we can unite behind. A man who thinks things through, who speaks eloquently, and finally a man who truly represents the racial and cultural melting pot that is America. For the first time ever, this is a president elect who represents not just the country I come from, but ME.

I remember once reading about how John Lennon met Yoko Ono. It was at one of her art shows, and he recounted climbing up a ladder to look into a sort of magnifying device at something written almost microscopically on the ceiling. As he peeked into the eyepiece, the word "YES" appeared. He described how overwhelmed he was with the positive energy of this word, the simplicity of it. How just one word can conjure a world of good. I think of this when I hear the slogan of Obama's campaign. "Yes we can." It is inclusive, positive, and hopeful. It indicates that although we have chosen a leader to set the example, change is everybody's responsibility. It is inspiring to know this is our future.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jjXyqcx-mYY
P.S. When was the last time a U.S. president inspired anything in the media other than criticism and fodder for the Daily Show? Think about that while you watch this.

Trick or Vote!

Sure, it's been a little while...but does this make up for it? At the suggestion of an organized and responsible friend, several of us donated a couple hours of our Hallow's Eve to reminding the good folks of the greater Portland area to vote their hearts out. Not like they needed it too badly. About two thirds of our respondents cited "mission accomplished." The volunteers were all in costume, including our fifteen-year-old group leader in a homemade bacon getup. The neighborhood we were assigned to canvas was just north of my new abode and many a household was decorated in dedicated Halloween spirit. Lucky for my door-knocking partner and I, everyone we encountered was friendly and/or amused. I was surprised at how many people offered us candy! As we reminded them to fill out their whole ballots and distributed literature about drop spots, little boxes of Nerds, lollipops, and full size candy bars were dropped into our complimentary tote bags. When I was a kid doing actual trick or treating, full-sized candy bars were the stuff of legend. Trick or voting gifted me no less than three. Anyway, we had a blast. By the way, I bet you know exactly what I am. Don't try too hard. What did you say? Yes! That's it! I am a...

"White girl! Yeah, you. White girl. Whatchyoo s'posed to be?"
"I'm a mummy rabbit."
"Huh. I like your costume."

Don't forget to cast your ballots!

While the Siren riots, the Collector is quiet...

For the last several months, my inspiration to create dresses was borne primarily from a "what I'd like to wear tomorrow (or even today!)" perspective. Regarding experimentation and skill acquisition, this is a legitimate process. In order to craft a cohesive collection however, a bit more integrity is required of me. It's time now for some depth rather than breadth and while my new workspace is taking shape, I am ready to get obsessive. Prepare yourselves for the deep end. :)

Riot Siren at PDX Open Studios

This weekend we turned my colleague Lorraine's (sheshasho) garage into an art gallery/studio/dance party and invited Portland to come take a look. Together with photographer Daniella Cardona we exhibited paintings, drawings, photographs, and of course, dresses. Along with 97 other studios, we opened house and had visitors ranging from skeptical older women to our various relatives to enthusiastic crafters and neighbors. I was surprised by how many folks made the trek out to Beaver-Tron to inquire about our creations and to shoot the breeze. Lorraine and Daniella both sold several of their works, and I sold the black and white checked jumper pictured to Colleen. All in all, a positive experience. Thanks to everyone who stopped by!

Keeping the Peace in Iceland

Having moved into a house where one of the roommates receives Harper's Magazine on a subscription basis, it was my privilege to encounter an article on one of my many favorite subjects; Iceland and its inhabitants. The article dealt with the history of democracy in the little volcanic island. Over breakfast, I learned how medieval Icelanders would meet on a yearly basis in a spectacularly lush and picturesque valley called "Thingvellir" to discuss governance, recite laws, and sentence wrongdoers to fines or punishments. I imagined them civilly discussing the matters at hand in a Hans Blix-esque fashion, possibly issuing formal complaints to those who sold their sheep at too high a price or borrowed a neighbor's boat without asking, and then I learned several stoic Icelanders had in fact chronicled such events. One of these being lawyerly Njal, notorious for his thoughtful contemplation. The author points out, however, that during her perusal of Njal's Saga, she came to see a distinct (and in my opinion, humorous) dichotomy in the content. "Njal's careful legal deliberation, though, was an odd contrast to much of the saga's grisly violence, as though Black's Law Dictionary had been spliced into Grand Theft Auto. Njal notes the importance of the rule of law--'With laws shall our land be built up but with lawlessness laid waste'--and not many pages later, his eldest son catches sight of his enemies on an ice sheet beside the river and, in a celebrated passage, decides to make the most of the opportunity:

'Skarp-Hedin made a leap and cleared the channel between the ice-banks, steadied himself, and at once went into a slide: the ice was glassy-smooth, and he skimmed along as fast as a bird. Thrain was then about to put on his helmet. Skarp-Hedin came swooping down on him and swung at him with his axe. The axe crashed down on his head and split it down to the jaw bone, spilling the back-teeth on to the ice.'"

Solnit, Rebecca. News from Nowhere: Iceland's Polite Dystopia.
Harper's Magazine, October 2008: Vol. 317 no. 1901, pgs. 47-53.

So I'm not trying to say that splitting open the head of your enemy with a battle axe is funny, but...the fact that its part of Iceland's great literary tradition sure is. Just read that passage aloud to yourself in your best Icelandic saga voice, and imagine reading it aloud to children of many ages sitting around the hearth. Possibly even choosing your favorite brother with whom to act it out for these children, dressed in intricately knit sweaters and thick wool socks. In the 12th or 13th century. Maybe then you can extrapolate to join me in raucous laughter.

And in case you're wondering about that crushed velvet skeleton I mentioned a week or so back? There it is. Flesh and blood.

Go West!

Word! My busy pal Lorraine is flying up from LA to host a group exhibit in her "former studio" in Beaverton next weekend, and you are all invited! Yours truly will be there with a brand new series of garments in fine form...additionally there will be painting in action, dresses for sale, photographs, and fun-fun-fun waiting for you adventurous souls. Treat yourself to a weekend of art and support Portlandia in all its grassroots creative glory! We look forward to seeing your lovely faces there!

More details from Lorraine:

On the weekend of October 11^th and 12^th from 10:00am-5:00pm the annual event Portland Open Studios will be taking place all over Portland's Westside! The Open Studios program, in it's tenth year of operation, is an opportunity for the public to interact with Portland based artists in metro area in the intimacy of their own studios, view their most recent works, watch art being done, and buy art directly from the artist. You will see a diverse group of artists working in their chosen media—painting, sculpting, blowing glass and much more. You will meet emerging artists in their 20s and 30s as well as mid-career and well-established artists from all over the United States and the world!

Tickets and a directory of all 98 participating artists and a map are obtained through the purchase of the Portland Open Studios Tour Guide online (portlandopenstudios.com) or at one of the following vendors; New Seasons Market, Art Media or these retail outlets. Your Tour Guides admits 2 adults (children through high school are free) for all 4 days. The Guide includes a map of the studios, pictures of artists' work, and a full-color calendar.

As most may know I am no longer living in Oregon. I have been fortunate enough to set up my third studio in Los Angeles, where I have been working, creating, and scheming for the future, not to mention living it up (accounts both colourful and wordy of this adventure can be followed at sheshasho.blogspot.com!) However, I will be returning to the NW on the weekend of October 11^th and 12^th to re-invent my previous studio in Beaverton and be the youngest presenting artist ever.

Along with my most recent collection of works, a large in-process canvas, and two short films, three other artists will be accompanying me by showcasing their practice and recent works as well during this year's Open Studio:

Ben Young A fellow UO alum and art student, Ben is a transplant to Portland from Phoenix. He is a painter, sculptor and mechanic extraordinaire who's responsible for a majority of the mechanical moving parts and the construction of many of this year's Rose Parade floats. He has shown his sculpture at the Everett Street Lofts downtown.

Caitlin McCall A fellow Westview High School alum, Caitlin is a fervent clothing designer and crafter. Following an extended period living and working in the clothing design world in Germany, Caitlin has returned to Portland to throw down and introduce her cross-generational, bright dress designs to the States.

Daniella Cordona A fellow child of the Earth, Daniella is a freethinking photographer with the fervent and curiosity greater than most. Her black and white photos tell stories of nature and the human form. The Bolivian describes her edge as one from "the camera itself, just letting the lens lead and then deciphering a narrative, if any later."

Please mark this event on your calendar! I look forward to see all of you and sharing my art and encouraging the celebration of three other artists who keep me stimulated from Portland. There are about 5 other studios all in very close proximity too that offer diverse art as well, so come enjoy, thrive, and get inspired! The standard art gallery fare will be provided.

Again October 11^th & 12^th from 10:00am-5:00pm @ 14752 NW Forestel Loop Beaverton, OR 97006

See you there!

Kicking up the dust...

Several weeks ago, I went camping. In the desert. In Nevada. Where lots of other people go camping too. There are costumes involved. I made costumes for my tent-mates and entitled the series "Fringe Benefits." I was pleased with the results.

Fall is here!

Finally. How I covet crispy air, golden sunsets and harvest smells...like pumpkins and spirit sauce. I am diving in. With the assistance of boots, tights, petticoats and scarves, my summer dresses are coming with me. This petticoat is made from a pair of big-lady bloomers from GWO; the dress is made from an old sheet and based on a commercial pattern, which I altered in order to get an A-line shape. Fall brigade of dresses marching in to join rank soon...