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Teen Drawing Workshop at PAM
It’s that time again. I’m now accepting applications for the *FREE* drawing workshop that I teach for teens at the Portland Art Museum. If you or someone you know is a self-motivated Portland area artist between the ages of 13 and 18, check it out. It’s fun: we draw, paint, critique, discuss, host visiting artists and end the workshop with a proper group show at PAM. This year the workshop will happen after school on Thursdays in the fall. Students are required to apply as class size is very limited. You can find the application and more info HERE.
I like
this photo that Christine Taylor took of me for Revel In Portland.
Wildwood Art for Auction
Are you a fan of Wildwood? A supporter of 826 and their writing programs for kids and teens? Both?! Well, feel free to bid on the above illustration as part of this charity event for 826 LA. (Even though, if I were you, I’d bid on this.)
WW Mapmaking Contest Results
are in! They’ve all been posted on the Wildwood blog. Here is the 3rd place winning map: mysterious YenaStoy.
Goodbye, Maurice Sendak
I loved Sendak’s books when I was a little kid but, when I rediscovered them as a miserable teenager, I loved them more. When I unearthed Outside Over There – that angsty, surreal, forlorn, gorgeous book – it was like being struck by lightning. It walloped teenage me. It didn’t seem to be a book for kids. It didn’t seem to be a book for anyone. It just seemed to be a work of art. Outside Over There revealed to me the strange power of picture books – what they could do and be, who they could reach – and it kicked off a lifelong obsession with them.
Twenty-some-odd years later, I’ve read a lot of Sendak books. I study them endlessly with the aim of becoming better at what I do and I read them to my son (who went through his own Outside Over There phase). When my husband yelled upstairs to say that he had died this morning, I wailed. I wailed! And then I sat on the bed and cried. And I’m actually still crying right now. I didn’t know I’d be this torn up when he died, but there it is. I’m unexpectedly, totally bereft.
I won’t get into why I think Maurice Sendak was a genius and why he’s been a guiding light to me for much of my life. Other people will say it better. I just want to thank him for making books, for taking them so seriously, for raising the bar impossibly high and for baring his soul in a medium where people seldom do. Alas, I wish I’d had a chance to do it in person.









