What artwork hangs on your walls? What artwork do you admire? What is something framed that you would like to share? Feel free to get creative with it, take a photo of anything having to do with that word, "Framed."
This is a poster from the Solid Sound festival that Glenn Kotche signed to my wife. I told him that I was "in the doghouse" for traveling to the concert last minute and that she was a big fan of his and he signed this and helped me get out of the dog house."
I had it framed for her. It's a prized piece of artwork in our household. I love it.
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- EVERY DAY I will post a theme throughout December and it's my hope that we can all participate. Do not feel intimidated if you're not a pro or if you simply have a phone to take pictures with. I'm in the same boat. Past participants (Let me know if you'd like to be removed or added):
This is a map of Cimarron, New Mexico, specifically the Philmont Scout Ranch. I'm an Eagle Scout and Philmont was one of the most important things I've done in my life. Basically, BSA (Boy Scouts of America) owns this enormous plot of land in the mountains of New Mexico. Your scout troop enters a raffle to be able to go to with a crew over the summer about a year in advance. Once you find out if you get to go, you and your crew (we had 12 people, 10 scouts and 2 adults) start doing practice treks for the year leading up to it. Our trek was 85 miles in 10 days. It was backpacking, so we carried all of our food, tents, sleeping bags, etc. with us. You learn a lot about yourself when you spend time in wilderness. You learn a lot about yourself when you have a job that crew relies on you to do. It was a transformative experience for my teenage self, and I look back at it all the time.
Oh crap. I have two this week. Both are stupid and ridiculous. This is the first thing you see when you walk into my apt. It's a photo I 'shopped of my roomie & Ye from the last tour wearing their favorite truck stop shirts. I have too many hilarious photos of them and their ridiculous shirts. We have way better art up but yeah. This is the one. These are headshots of the CEO, President, and VP of my old company. I found them when I was searching for an old version of the catalog. They are probably 10 years old, do not look anything like how management looks now (or ever did look - these photos are really terrible) and are even more hilarious if you know the people in the photos. Making "the wall" was my last bit of handiwork before I peace'd out of there. Those frames? 99c at Ikea.
This is an old photo, but it's the weirdest/busiest/best collection of prints and murals I've ever seen in a coffee shop. Lots of different kinds of frames too.
Too lazy to take a new photo. The picture above the keyboards is a matte from the new Total Recall, whom a good buddy of mine did all the mattes for, and who said it was a cool-looking movie but not necessarily one to watch. It was a way cooler picture to have up before Total Recall came out.
That? That's a Boeing 2707, the plane that ate Seattle. Lemme know if you wanna read the 400-page, 256MB sales brochure Boeing put together for airline sales in '66.
Upper left: charcoal pastel drawing I made. Upper middle: acrylic painting I did, using phi ratio. Upper right: charcoal pastel drawing I did of my fiance. Bottom left: myself and friends during a camping trip last year. Bottom middle: my fiance and myself at Morton Arboretum. Bottom right: Myself and my two youngest siblings.
Had to share this one too because the story is way too interesting. When my fiance and I first moved to Portland, we went to a lot of shows to get a feel for the music scene. Uninterested in the band that was playing before the band that would supposedly sweep us off our feet, she and I walked down the street to the nearest food carts. Eating our burrito a few feet away, a guy about our age walks up (drunk) and orders his food. We start talking and end up really enjoying the conversation. We didn't exchange anything but names and parted ways. A few weeks later, I'm walking to return a book to the Portland Downtown Library. I round the corner, past a food cart, and who else would be there but Giovani. I sit down with him and have one of the best conversations. Turns out he just started trying his hand at food cart painting and this was his first one. He did a great job. Maybe next time I'm in Portland I'll grab a picture of it. During this conversation I not only learn that he was an art major, but that he and a friend were moving to Paris indefinitely the next month. We exchange numbers this time and go about our ways. The following week, Kathryn and I are visiting what had become our favorite coffee shop, Southeast Grind (one of the few 24 hour houses). Who do you think was at seated inside? Giovani. We talk and he tells me that he has a painting he won't be able to pack with him and wants to have a good home. I met up with him a few days later and he presented me with this beauty. The painting is of fellow art student of his. He began to explain to me the painting techniques he implemented and although they went over my head, I can tell this was truly a masterpiece. I haven't spoken with him since. He had given me his email, but I've misplaced it. I expect I'll run into him again someday.