Portland

First of all, I’m moving to Portland. Here’s a blurry photo of me with my building in the background. It’s in the Pearl District, the Brewery Blocks. Very cool. But moving for the 3rd time in one year is getting old. I’ve been going through my stuff and throwing things out. I’ve sold almost all of my books and threw out piles of old sketches and bad illustrations. This time I’m making deep cuts and realizing how unimportant stuff is. I’m done with the American Dream. I want to live more efficiently and live in a busy city where all my needs are met without me having to possess everything myself. I want to sell my car and use public transportation. I want to sit in a public park instead of my backyard. I want to read books and magazines in the library or Powell’s books instead of keeping my own collection. It’s too much hassle to keep these things around. 

Hopefully soon I’ll be getting back to painting. I’ll have a job and health insurance and less to worry about. Most of the stuff I’m bringing to Portland is art related. My easel and drafting table will make up most of the furniture. After looking over all that old work and throwing most of it out I’m ready to get back to it and not make any of the mistakes of the past. I think this blog was supposed to be about art. I’ll get back to that soon.