13 December 2009

Big Long Post

A couple weeks ago my dear friend Gina had to leave Portland to go back to Utah. For all those of you who pray, please pray for Gina! She's going to have a brain tumor removed on Tuesday in Salt Lake City, UT. She came to Portland to go to PNCA and then found out two weeks ago that she had a tumor and had to leave to have the surgery close to home.



She's a really cool girl and I know that everything is going to be fine (my mom had a brain tumor and she's fine) but I can imagine that it is scary. Actually, I can't imagine how scary it would be cause I'm a big wuss when it comes to medical things and brain surgery sounds particularly terrifying. Good luck Gina!

So, what a lot of you may not know is that I've been going to a West African dance class at our local community center. We're nearing the end of our classes and a bunch of us from class went out to Ethiopian food (which is not at all West African, but its the most popular African cuisine in our area) then to watch our teacher (and his wife) perform in Sebe Kan. It was like a musical but more traditional (like an opera, but with dancing and drums).



Our dance teacher is also a world-renowned drummer. Here he is in all his Guinean drummer glory.



The story was about a girl's right of passage into womanhood. It started out in the girl's village.



Then she gets lured into the jungle by a marimba-playing spirit.



Then she gets reprimanded by another spirit. It was a beautiful dance that was also pretty scary. All the dancers wore grey straggly wigs and ripped up dark clothing that swayed with in rhythm with their dancing and made them seem truly menacing. I wanted to photograph this dance but there was unfortunately so little light that all I'd come out with is a lot of grey swirls.

After this dance she is found by her mother and reprimands her then she goes through the rite of passage into womanhood putting away girlish things (like being lured into the forest by a spirit).





There was a dance that was part of Sebe Kan that we learned in class, however it looked so different when professionals did it that no one in the class recognized it. The dancing was, all in all, completely astounding. The drums were also equally amazing.





The next day Joel, Kevin and I went to the Oregon Zoo to see Rama, the elephant, paint. I'll admit I was skeptical at first since it sounds like such a human projection but they've been doing studies and all paintings that get sold go to the elephants (they're trying to get a bigger facility for an all-male pack). Here Jebb, the trainer, is talking to Rama before he paints. Rama responds to commands that Jebb says and when he does well Jebb tosses him an alfalfa cube.



Here Rama is blowing red paint out of his trunk. Jebb has big syringes full of [the equivalent of] finger paint that he squirts into Rama's nose then on command Rama blows them out of his trunk.



Then after two or three different colours Rama cleans out his nose with the hose. That's the beak of his trunk splashing in the water.



When Jebb tells Rama "trunk" Rama lifts his trunk and rests his beak on his forehead. He also opens his mouth because this is usually how and when he gets a treat.



This is Rama lowering his trunk from the "trunk" position to the "beak" position. This is where he places the beak of his trunk in Jebb's hand and Jebb fills the base of his trunk with paint or hands him a paint brush (as in here) which Rama grasps with his beak.



Jebb whispering sweet nothings to Rama. I think Rama was also cleaning out his trunk with the water.



This is what Rama's forehead looks like after a painting session. Everytime Jebb would say "beak" Rama also, inadvertently, dash some paint on his head.



After the painting session Joel, Kevin, I and Kevin's friend (who gave us the heads up on Rama painting that morning) got to go behind the scenes and see the animals closer, albeit it was still behind bars but it was at least without glass. We got to hear from the elephant director (I'm pretty sure this wasn't his real title, I just can't remember) Bob who told us all about training Rama and how he'd been raised in captivity so he reached sexual maturity (i.e., aggressiveness) at a slower rate and they thought he wasn't going to be trainable but he, in fact, was a rather tractable animal after they got over a learning hump. They also told us about the all-male facility that they want to have eventually but it sounds like a long term goal. I think the Oregon Zoo is a pretty prominent elephant studying zoo. That was worded terribly but I'm having a hard time articulating what I mean.

At any rate, after we went to the zoo Joel helped me set up my tent (my sculpture final) in Hoyt Arboretum. This was a guerilla installation that didn't last too long. We took it down after documenting it -- I learned my lesson last time, plus I wanted to show it in class the next day along with these photos.







The tent is based upon a fictional post-cataclysm (post apocalypse) world where people live in communities and live a life akin to a mixture of western native American nations (Navajo is the biggest influence). The tent is meant to be a portable summer tent that keeps the bugs out but lets the breeze through and offers camouflage. It was made of wool (the dark portion at the top is black Welsh wool), silk organza (the lighter brown portion) which was dyed with black walnuts. No part of this was made of synthetic materials. Ideally this would be made of deer hide or woven wool or cotton. But with the time constraints of school, I'm pretty pleased with it as is.

Then for my Art: Ethics & Transgressions class on wednesday I made a memorial cloth for a child that passed (from the society mentioned above) that was killed by a killer whale while he was swimming in the ocean. Dramatic I know, a little tongue in cheek perhaps. This is the full memorial cloth.



And this is how I made it! I needle felted the wine-dyed cotton (two-buck Chuck!) into the cotton cloth with a felting needle.




The characters are the eulogy psalm for the child and are not from any real language. They are heavily influenced by kanji (a form of Japanese) but technically are not "real", however I wrote out the translation for the eulogy psalm and if ever anyone wants to read it I'd be more than happy to send it along. Its just a bit long for a blog. My class, unbeknownst to them, will be saying the eulogy along with me on wednesday. At any rate, this is a close-up of one of the characters.



I attached three of the whale's teeth to the bottom of the eulogy.



The eulogy is surrounded by undyed cotton circles that symbolize the heavens (stars or moons, I'm not sure yet), and the raspberry/blackberry dyed cloth is dyed as such because that is the color of transition from night to day and vice versa.



Then the other night I took a break from finals work made some delicious pea/lentil soup and pumpkin spice cake. I thought the batter for the cake looked especially lovely. Before the addition of pumpkin.



After the addition of pumpkin (this was left over from the pumpkin I purèed for thanksgiving).



And the delicious meal! The cake turned out really crispy on the top and bottom and very light and fluffy in the middle. And the soup was made with a ham bone, it was very hearty and welcoming after a really cold rough week. Cooking/baking is a really necessary creative outlet for me and lets me let go of stress easily.



Now I will leave you with this cute chubby perky-eared red squirrel hanging out in our tree lawn.

01 December 2009

Thanksgiving and the end of Fall

Today I was out riding my bicycle and I realized that all the trees were bare, all their autumnal glory faded and gone. I've had a cold for the last few days and I must say, there is nothing more helpful than taking a leisurely bike ride in the cold winter sun. And Chinese turkey soup.

At any rate, after I got home Clara got home and we went out in the backyard to soak up the little sun left in the day (mind you it was only 3.00p and the sun was already threatening to set). She pulled up weeds and fed them to the chickens while I pulled the straw bale from our trunk that Joel purchased a couple weeks ago and put down some fluffy fresh bedding.



I initially was wondering if they get as much satisfaction out of having their coop cleaned and then Joel's chicken (the Orpington) proved that they indeed do appreciate what we do for them. As soon as I had stopped making scary noises and thrashing straw about their coop she hopped up and found the "nesting corner" and made herself a little bed. She scratched around in the straw and made it as comfortable as possible and right in front of Clara and I: she laid an egg. This girl is a power layer! Most chickens get performance anxiety and won't lay in front of people watching her.

My darling *ahem* chicken got out of the pen when I walked in with their new bedding and hid very effectively. I had a feeling she was still in the yard but I had a nervous feeling that she had literally flown the coop and started running madly down the street yelling, "I'm free! I'm free!" But when I went out of the yard I found no such scene. After a couple minutes Clara spotted her under the camellia tree/bush and we were much relieved. When we finally were finally able to get her back in the pen I went over to spy on this clandestine hiding spot. Much to my joy, she had been laying here! And not once, not twice, but five times!





And before the sun went behind the fence we mulched (covered in straw and leaves) the garlic and onions I planted a couple weeks back. Then I hoed up our tomato and pepper patch that I pulled, also a couple weeks ago. Next summer we're going to use this space more effectively and not cram the tomatoes in so tight they don't get light or root space.



Earlier today I had a small light lunch of pomegranates, cranberries and mint in yogurt with some honey drizzled on top. It was too beautiful not to take a picture! Also, Hanna L., you may notice that there is a beautiful little vintage spoon I am using -- thank you!



Rachel made a delicious winter fruit salad for Thanksgiving and I polished it off this afternoon on the above yogurt. (Beautiful segue into thanksgiving) And here she is on Thanksgiving afternoon putting together this delicious fruit salad. It also had crab apples and mandarins but Joel ate all of them out as Thanksgiving dinner was settling in our bellies. (So easy to do, too) I love fruit, yum!




Gina also came over to help prepare (and enjoy) our Thanksgiving feast. She made chocolate covered raspberries -- so delicious!




Clara made a sweet and savory stuffing with raisins, leeks, carrots and pork sausage.




I made another pumpkin pie (with the left over pumpkin purèe from the last pies). This one turned out much better than the other two previous to this, smooth and creamy.



I also made brussels sprouts with chestnuts.



We also had a gorgeous pre-feast appetizer spread.



Joel was the king of the day and made our beautiful bird.



It was succulent and tender -- possibly the best I've ever had! (I apologize to everyone who's made a turkey I've eaten before -- but it was freakin' delicious!!)




And we enjoyed our bountiful feast fully.



Rachel brought her super friendly dog, Olive, with her and everybody enjoyed having a cuddly animal in the house (Orson struggles too much, its not really cuddling when one party is struggling...)





And that was our delightful friend- and food-filled feasting day. I was sad to not have gone home to California (my parents) or Ohio (Joel's parents) for thanksgiving but the day was wonderful and I wouldn't take it back for the world.

And to end on a slightly less happy note: mold! Yes, Joel and I had mold in our room. We also had major mold in the bathroom as well. I started reading up on black mold (stachybotrys) because I was afraid that was what it was. It had been hiding behind our bed which until recently had been pushed up against a wall in our room. I found it when pulling the sheets off our bed.



So after reading up on it I went on the kill. I threw open the windows, turned on our fan (in spite of the cold) and bleached the shit out of that mold. Listen, I'm not messing around with that stuff. I'm not normally a proponent of chemicals but this was a specimen that I did -- in no way -- want to encourage living, I wanted it dead. Mold is a serious problem in the Pacific Northwest since it is constantly wet/damp and dark, the perfect breeding ground for mold, mushrooms and other parasitic fungi. So I killed it so that Joel and I wouldn't inhale the spores (though I don't think it would get dry enough to actually release the spores from the wall...) and get sick. I got sick anyway but I think it was from sharing a drink with someone who wasn't sick at the time... Anyways, this will be the last post until finals are concluded. I'm working on a couple of really (ideally) great pieces right now. I hope they come to fruition! See you all on the other side!