I'm very lucky to have parents that were both willing and able to make art museums part of my education as a little kid. My first visits were probably to the Art Institute in Chicago
week 25: slow art
month ten: practice
Art month was fun, even though I didn't actually make as much art as I thought I would.I made this really silly gif from pics of my bedhead every morning. I had a ton of fun at collage night at the IPRC (collage is zen!). I also wrote a whole bunch. I read a whole bunch. I went... Continue Reading →
month nine: artsy and/or fartsy
My August challenge of completing one of Lynda Barry's daily diary exercises was probably my mildest challenge yet. It was short and fast and easy: A list of Things I Did, Things I Saw, One Thing I Heard and a 30 second drawing every day. I filled in the exercise in a composition notebook every night... Continue Reading →
addendum a: the wax bone apprentice
As I neared the end of this blog project, I thought I might continue it in a more casual fashion, posting only when something worthy happened. I didn't imagine that something worthy would happen so soon. I didn't know that meeting a friend for lunch would turn into me making wishbones out of wax. I've... Continue Reading →
week forty-nine: the first last
When I first moved to Portland, the art walk/street fair/Portlandia skit come to life known as Last Thursday didn't exist. Alberta Street was not "The Alberta Arts District." Back then, the hipster bar was a Baptist church. The gift boutique was a boarded up store front. Slowly, artists started to move into the area (for... Continue Reading →
week thirty-one: the new inside the old and the old disappeared
Sometimes the new thing is barely visible inside the old thing. It wasn't new that I got a massage this week, but it was an Ashiatsu massage, a technique I'd never tried before. In this form, the therapist uses their bare feet instead of their hands to release tight muscles. I don't think I've ever... Continue Reading →
Tracy Burkholder 