Award Winning Motorcycle Paintings

Desmo Details - oil on wood

Desmo Details – oil on wood

This month has been a busy one. I am in two shows, one in Laguna Beach and the other right here in the Portland Area. The show here at home included two of my motorcycle oil paintings. The show is a juried annual group show called BAM! or Beaverton Arts Mix. It is housed at the Beaverton City Library in a large convection room.

I volunteered to help hang the show and met a couple of other artist that I am hoping to keep in touch with as well as getting to see the art as it arrived. To create enough wall space for all the art we had to assemble metal grid walls in the middle of the room. The finished set up flowed well and proved ample enough space to showcase all the art.

After a long couple of days traveling to Laguna Beach for my art show there, and a day on the range teaching new motorcyclists to ride for Team-Oregon, I dragged myself tired and weary out to Beaverton for the opening. As soon as I walked in the energy of the room woke me. There were lots of people mingling and enjoying the art. I hadn’t had time to make any expectation about the turn out but was quite pleased with it. I started working my way clockwise around the room looking for my work. Down one side and then U-turn back toward the start and there they were, together.

Award Winning oil painting

So nice to be appreciated.

I hadn’t been aware of or expected there to be awards for this show, and lucky me, I actually won Honorable Mention, displayed by a big red ribbon under my painting Desmo Details.

I stayed close to my paintings for the next hour and every person that looked at my work pointed and moved closer, taking in the extreme details and realism. It made me feel really great to see strangers and possibly not motorcyclists appreciating my skill.

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MotoPainter’s Quail Gathering 2014

Okay, I know this is pretty late, but I figure it’s better late than never. Besides, now I can remind you of what you missed and encourage you to come next year. S-works

A large circle of white peaked tents surrounds a cropped grass field nestled between the hills of Carmel Valley.  California sun floods the sky, lifting temperatures and producing a warm smell of flowers and oak trees. I step out of my bug caked truck Friday promptly at noon, eager to begin my weekend at Quail. Kevin, Althea, and I stroll over to the tent in the vendor parking area to check in. We are immediately offered a golf cart with a large cargo area complete with driver to escort us to my set up location. Two trips in the electric box with wheels, brimming with paintings, lights, and walls, and we are ready to start assembling my mobile gallery.

Turkey Sandwich at Edgar's

As we set up walls and lights, bikes rolled onto the field to take their places. The peace and quiet of this golf resort is clear as the only disturbances are voices from sound checks and the occasional motorcycle firing up. We slated the whole afternoon for booth perfecting, thus we take our time organizing and double checking. Once the walls were in place and lighting set up, we required sustenance, and rather than hopping back in the car to search the vicinity we walk across the grass to the Quail Clubhouse and enjoy a table on the patio of the restaurant, Edgar’s, overlooking the field. Kevin orders a turkey sandwich, and I, as I most often have to do, created my own meal: a salad and grilled veggies on the side. Not knowing what to expect, surprise lights our faces as the waiter places our plates. I certainly recommend at least one meal at Edgar’s while you visit the lodge. Our plates are artfully presented, and the vivid colors tell us the story of their brief trip from the farm. After finishing our last delicious bites, we discover that our waiter has disappeared. Both Kevin and I take our turn in the restroom and still no check, Kevin goes in the patio door to look for our man. The warm sun and lazy feel of the day has apparently infected our waiter. As Kevin figures out the tip, and grumbles about sales tax, (it is lovely not to have any in Oregon) we both agree the price is fair for the quality of food we received.

Althea NappingWalking back to my booth, we find ourselves side tracked looking at some of the new arrivals. Pointing and heads turning we make our way back to the booth to dig into deciding where which painting will hang where. Althea, having seen me hang paintings many times before in many locations, settles down under a folding table for a nap. I sneakily snap a couple photos of Althea snoozing, and in the distance see someone waving to me. At first I think, who do I know here? Then I see the red Ducati parked on the street and the vintage leather jacket of red, black, and white, and realize it is my friend Rich. Rich offers a hand with hanging and we quickly get all the paintings in place. This one here, no wait over here, and that one over there. We maneuver each painting so that it receives ample visibility and Tetris like placement.  Final touches are setting up the small table in one corner for my laptop and brochures, and tada, a completely respectable artist’s booth lays before us.

Back in the truck we wind our way out of Carmel Valley heading to my Mom’s house where we are staying and where Althea will stay during the show. Tired from the sun and the heat, us Oregonians aren’t used to seeing that blazing day star, we’d like nothing more than to get an early night. However, Patrick, my good friend and sales consultant for this show, is flying into San Jose late Friday evening. Thus we arrive at my Mom’s and only have time for a quick dinner before we have to get back in the car and drive the hour to the airport. Quail Booth Photo

We enter the loop road of the airport and prepare for curbside pickup. I see Patrick coming down an escalator just as we are approaching the doors, I roll down the window and yell to him. Once we are back in the car and ready to hit the road Patrick pleas for a food stop, and he’d like to go to In-N-Out. Being from California originally, I don’t see what the big deal is, also being the admitted food snob that I am I also don’t understand why In-N-Out has such a draw to out-of-staters. I try to explain that it is just a fast food joint akin to Burgerville in Oregon. Patrick being the hungry person, I relent and agree to let him try it for himself, so we stop at In-N-Out. All three of us enter the establishment and as we stand around waiting for Patrick’s to-go order we notice the high volume of high school kids occupying all the seats. When Patrick finally receives his meal we escape the adolescent dinner room and get back in the car. Thoroughly exhausted from too much driving, and sun and heat we finally get to bed around midnight, only to have to get up in six and a half short hours.

Triumphs at Quail

First thing on show morning, an excellent breakfast with fresh made watermelon, kale, orange juice accompanied by Mom-cooked eggs and potatoes. As we arrive at the show, I try to coordinate with my friend Mark, who is so kindly bringing his beautiful bike to display in my booth. Not sure where we are supposed to go to pick up our vendor tickets, we walk back and forth to every entrance. Finally I am able to get everyone’s tickets, as well as getting Mark’s motorcycle in. His wonderful little bike appears in one of my favorite paintings, “Vintage Ducati”. It is a large gray-scale oil painting that unfortunately was not at this show due to the show it is in at the AMA Motorcycle Hall of Fame extending for another year.

The grassy driving range begins to fill with people. Looking across the lawn I can see that the number of bikes has tripled since yesterday. Torn between looking at bikes and duty to my booth, I try to keep my trips from the booth short and not long distance. This unfortunately limited my ability to see all the bikes at the show, but what I saw was exciting. My heart starts racing as I look through the lens, click, click, I’m eager to get them all. My booth goes between waves of people, it fills and then it empties out. Many brochures are handed out, and compliments and amazement fill the air. I enjoy the compliments, but want to get back out on the field to look at bikes. The day progresses too quickly, and before I know it, I haven’t taken more than a handful of photos. As the announcer starts the award ceremony I use this opportunity to walk among the bikes. So many colors and flavors. There are bike manufacturers there I’ve never even heard of. Many of my favorites are here, and some that I look forward to painting. I found two bikes that will most likely find their way onto my canvas in the future. Here are some of my favorites.

Over all, the show was one of the best I’ve attended. It is geared toward sport, history and future of motorcycling. I couldn’t recommend a better show to attend.

 

 

 

 

Moto Tulip Investigations

Oil on wood

Perseverance – Oil on Wood 8″ x8″

An orange glow filled the bedroom as I abandoned slumber; accompanying this clandestine light, I spied the even tone of a solid blue sky. The perfect day to accomplish my quest of creating a route for my first organized ride.
Recent inspiration solidified an idea to blend my long standing and fresh muses, motorcycles and tulips. The later being a recent obsession but no less quenchable. Shameless plug of my other blog, Guenevere’s Garden, where you can view my tulip paintings. The discovery of the tulip ride in Seattle, which I plan to attend, sparked my excitement for the merger. Being the avid Tulip enthusiast that I am, I thought of our two local tulip fields outside of Portland and wondered if Portland could have it’s own Tulips Ride.

Cut out this tiny back road

Cut out this tiny back road

The birth of this idea spread like a virus in my mind, conjuring new friends and riding buddies who also share my twin passions. The perfect weather day to test my route sparked this morning’s motivation so off Kevin and I rode. Since I now live in Happy Valley, the natural beginning to this ride is in SE Portland. I haven’t chosen the exact location yet, I am hoping to find just the right coffee/breakfast provider in this area. My best idea so far is Bob’s Red Mill, but since I haven’t eaten there yet, I’ll have to test that too. We started our test ride at New Seasons after returning a DVD from the previous night. From there we headed further southeast trying to add volume to the trip. The tulip field I have in mind is only a short hop from Portland and thus my ride needed a little more girth and, of course, the obligatory back roads. Our venture wound us past crops, forests and back to the flat valley where tulips flock. At one point we stopped to enjoy the stellar day and clear skies, Mount Hood posted bright white to the east, crystal clear, and from this vantage in the valley we could also see Mt. St. Helens and Mt. Adams. On second view of Mt. St. Helens, I noticed another white mound behind and to the right, glorious clear atmosphere revealed Mt. Rainier to my surprise and astonishment! If only I could be so lucky to get a day such as this one for the date of my event, fingers crossed.

Even trying to add extra miles by taking an out of the way tour didn’t give us two hours of riding. So, OK perhaps my ride will be more of a social ride with time spent at the tulip field, or perhaps we can add another stop after the tulip field for lunch somewhere else, it is still a work in progress. The date is set no matter the route though, tulips have a short season of one month only, so I have to work fast to make this happen. Come ride with me and enjoy tulips and food along the way Sunday, April 20th, yes I know it’s Easter, so perhaps I am also bringing a bit of my Bay Area heritage and starting an Easter ride in Portland as well.

Planning a ride to the Wooden Shoe Tulip Field for April 2014

Planning a ride to the Wooden Shoe Tulip Field for April 2014