thoughts on art and creative living

It’s about all I can focus on right now. We got our notice that the house we are currently renting (which has been on the market for a while) has now sold. Looking for housing is such an intensive process, and barely making our bills does not make it any easier. After weeks of hawking Craigslist ads and hoofing it to unpromising prospects, a gift of the Universe fell into our lap in the form of a huge Craftsman house in the historic Irvington neighborhood… renting at half it’s market value. I saw the ad on Sunday night and called Monday morning, to find out that 21 voice-mails were waiting to be returned on this particular house. I was told that the first application to hit the realtor’s desk that didn’t get disqualified is in (only disqualifications = evictions and convictions). We ran over to the house to peek into the windows, then put our application and $70 combined fees in within the hour, before we had a chance for a walk-through. An opportunity like this doesn’t come up every day. I felt like I was buying a ticket for the lottery. I never buy lottery tickets, but I was willing to gamble that this was one to put my money on.

Our plan now is to turn this incredible house into an Artists Cooperative House. We’re seeking artists in all medias (including visual, music, performance, healing arts and gardening) to share space with me and Christo. I’m getting really excited just from meeting so many creative people. Finding the “right mix” is the hardest part (especially when considering who’s signing a year’s lease with you, based on a meeting or two). I’m learning to trust that the right people will be attracted to it, based on the intention that we’re putting into it.

The house is renting low simply because it was previously an assisted living facility. Overall, it’s in good shape and completely functional… it just has some funky features that would make it non-desirable for the average family looking for a home in this (upscale) neighborhood. Nothing we can’t deal with. The whole interior needs repainting and carpets need to be torn out. The bathroom and kitchen fixtures are sub-standard and pretty ugly. So there’s work to be done… but artist’s love to customize living spaces and we can pretty much do what we want with this space.

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April 27 Update:

We’ve had a lot of delays with the house. After spending a few weeks interviewing and selecting house-mates and doing a lot of planning around the house regarding the updates we will do, we’ve been waiting for them to clean it and move the remaining stuff left in the house. After waiting for several weeks, the realty manager called and gave us some bad news. The owners found out that there is a clause in their mortgage that they can only rent to people with mental handicaps. They had purchased it from the Portland Housing Authority, which is a funded trust to help the disadvantaged. So we are now waiting to find out if they can buy off the mortgage. If things can’t be worked out, then we’ll be looking for another house together. It would be really hard to find one that has as much space for as little rent, however.. and I really dread the process of starting another search, so I hope this one works out!

Whenever I get into a period of time when I’m not in a completely regular painting habit, it takes a while for the ideas to begin to emerge. During these times, I feel it’s best to stay open to practically anything my mind wants to entertain.

So why am I painting a lady with a funny hat? Something about painting faces gives me an immediate sense of grounding. I don’t know who this woman is, but she feels oddly familiar to me. Yet, painting a simple portrait feels pretty boring to me. I need some element of fantasy or outlandish detail that keeps me entertained. Now I’m amused by the idea of creating a whole series of people wearing funny hats… or perhaps things that aren’t supposed to be hats (like animals and flowers and birds-nests).

The content aspect of my work often trips me up. The first question is always WHAT to paint. And if I’m feeling stuck, the question becomes a painful deliberation between numerous prospects. Sometimes I have too many ideas. The best thing is just to start with something… anything that I feel I can commit to for the first 10 minutes, and then the creative pixies keep the juices flowing.

The artist’s cooperative gallery that I belong to (“Six Days”, on Alberta Street in Portland) are having a group show related to the theme of Las Vegas. We are calling the show “Six Days in Vegas”. I came home from a meeting on the subject, complaining to my partner that I had to come up with a painting with a Vegas theme, and I’m pretty anti-Vegas in my aesthetics. He pointed out that I already had a painting on my easel that would do the trick. So I added some feathers, changed her blouse to a silky spaghetti strap, reversed the orientation of the background panel… and, Voila!… she’s a show-girl! I renamed the piece, “Vegas Night, 3 a.m.” I’m still contemplating whether I should add a cigarette danging from her mouth.