I quickly became a fan of Michael Horwitz’s portrait drawings when I read about them a few weeks ago. So when I saw him stationed to make portraits at PICA’s Time-Based Arts Festival, I got excited. Not only did I want to have my picture made, I also wanted the chance connect with Michael since we both make portraits of strangers. It’s always interesting to hear about another artist’s creative process.
I sat down in the grey folding chair and Michael got to work drawing my hair, the pink in my cheeks on a hot September night in a dance club, and my fidgety hands.
Thank you Michael, for my portrait, and yours.
Roy (pictured right) politely declined to have his photo taken when I first asked, but as I made my way back down the street a few minutes later, he got my attention and decided he had changed his mind. “A few years ago I would’ve said no because I wouldn’t have wanted to get myself into trouble. But things have changed.” He pointed to the building behind him. “This is a clean and sober house I live in now.”
David (pictured left) listened nearby while Roy and I talked. “What about me? I’m getting kind of jealous over here. I want to be in your photo.”
I love the people in this city.
"If you stay true to aspects of who you are, they will find their tributary. The love will find a form."
Intisar Abioto is the amazing visionary creator and photographer behind The Black Portlanders and so much more. She is a light in this city and the world!
Udeline (visiting from France)
At a gas station in Odell, OR.
So I found this guy walking around downtown this weekend…
I did a double take and then my logical side kicked in and I went and chatted with the man who has made an entire movie about the bizarre experience it is to be an Obama look-alike.
He was drumming on an instrument in his car when I asked if I could talk with him. “Sure. Do you mind if I finish working out this beat first?” He tapped rhythmically with concentration. Then he looked up and smiled. “I just got this. I ordered it from Brazil. It’s called a Pandeiro.”
"How is it different than a tambourine?"
"The way you play it. Samba." He played for me again, then let me try it.
"Is this what you do? Are you a drummer?"
"Yeah. I play in a band called Pink Martini."
I just learned of the death of Derek Rieth, percussionist for the Portland band, Pink Martini.
I met Derek through Humans of Portland back in February. (http://on.fb.me/XZYMbJ)
The news of his tragic passing reminded me that I had unpublished photos from when we met. In memory of Derek, I wanted to publish them today.
1971 - 2014
Seen on Alberta St.