ODE TO WISHFUL THINKING- this drawing came from a conversation I had with my pal Jessi. We were talking about picking up (or not picking up) hitch hikers. I think it's ridiculous that we've mopped ourselves into a corner and can't help each other out. The horror stories have sowed themselves into our subconscious and won't allow us to do the right thing. I imagine that half of the time, the guy sitting on the roadside is just plain stuck and needs a little help from someone who can spare a second--it's the other half of the time, when the only person crazy enough to hitch hike is a crazy person and makes it risky to help out. We talked about it for while and by the end of the conversation, I was just so pissed that we can't trust each other to the point that our first instinct is fear and accusation when it comes to the homeless and the hitch hiker. The person who's having to live at rock bottom could use a helping hand, but there are those who've jaded the hand-lenders by asking too much, or worse yet, turning out to be sociopaths. We aren't even free to be helpful for fear of the worst. So, the piece is called "wishful thinking," not because the homeless guy is wishing things would look up (although maybe...)--but it's from me. I wish we could get each other out of this mess.

On a lighter note, the show is UP! I'm so relieved. Granted I still have to go in and post my artist statement and all of my contact info, so that people know who I am...BUT, still...it feels like 9,000 pounds have fallen off my shoulders. I feel good about how it looks. Here's hoping I keep it up, and keep having shows.

Please come to the show opening at Portland Brew East on Friday night (September 19th) from 6-9 and see the work!