Adventure Art

 

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This spring there is a frenzy of action, movement, and change in all directions….

1. I had an awesome time as artist in residence at the Portland Childrens Museum, and got to watch the spring blossom on long bike commutes and afternoon sketching sessions. There is an exhibit pulled from my time there which will be showing in their gallery space though July.

Arrow62. My new book Arrow to Alaska hit the shelves… Find it at your local bookstore, or on my etsy site when i’m back from #4 and #5

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3. Last weekend I celebrated summer weather during a Nature Journaling class put on by Cedar Root Folk School. We sketched and rambled and wrote and enjoyed Marrowstone Island. Above is a fish-head  collected during my drift exercise.

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4&5  Not one but two trips up the Inside Passage to Alaska! Tomorrow I steam off on the  mighty salmon tender  Chichagof, for some kids on boats fun and a week of pouring over charts and current tables in preparation for trip two. The “R2AK” or race to Alaska is a wild idea dreamed up by the head of the NW Maritime Center in Port Townsend, WA.  For its first year in existence, 40 teams will sail or row or paddle (no motors allowed) from PT to Ketchikan. The first team gets 10,000$, the rest just aches and glory. Its a crazy field of boats and competitors. Check out www.r2ak.com for full hilarious details. I’m team GRIN.  Ill also be posting a bit on instagram when service allows (@hannahviano).  Look for field sketches done along the way, and hopefully a show of artwork inspired by the journey in the months to follow.

Art is adventurous work these days, and i hope to keep it that way. Wish me luck.

 

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In the bookstacks

“S is for Salmon” comes out today…. officially to be found all around in indie book stores and library shelves and of course online. Boy does it take a long time to get to this point, but it feels lovely to hold the finished product in my hand and see it going out to a new generation of little naturalists/artists/superheroes.

IMG_2911IMG_2918And as is the way of publishing,  we are already deep in the next project coming 2015. It might be titled “Through the locks”. It might have a small naturalist/explorer/ninja fighter for a main character, and this might become the idea for the cover……stay tuned, and see you in the book stacks.

Click here to buy signed copies of “S is for Salmon” from me via Etsy, or shop your local indie book store.

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There and back again

puertocitos wtrclrThree months on the road, and in the sea…. a huge expanse of freedom. The desert had been wet and was in bloom. The winds were strong and sent us back to the beach to explore many a day, but we covered 6,000 miles by oars and wind and chevy van. And none of it was black and white.

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These images are notebook sketches made with watercolor and ink along the way.

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At home now the color sneaking into my life continues despite the grey weather. “S is for Salmon” comes out next week in full color! Signed copies can be pre-ordered now HERE.

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“Sandy Point Shipyard” papercut 2011 12″x18″

Recently, we all went home to Sandy Point, Maine.

My parents, who sold the family house on Mill Cove at the mouth of Penobscot Bay to spend a retirement running around on boats and changing lots of minds,  my son who had never worn a rockweed crown on a sprawling mudflat,  my husband who got beaten to the proposal punch on Monhegan island, and me (who cried while reading the childrens book “Miss Rumphius” at the park by the library befor departure).

It had been five years. Befor that there was always some seasonal work, or important reason for at least a few weeks visit each year.  I was worried, that coming back would tear at me, loading on acres of regret and confusion about where i want to be.
The house is now in the hands of a cousin and is bigger and better and tidy around the edges in a new way that suits it fine.

It was all ok. There was nostalgia, but no regret.

I had more emotion (and maybe the hint of a tear) during a ferry ride out into the islands, passing by North Haven, and Hurricane.  An archipelago where i lived and taught in boats and on the bald faced granite for many summers.

The places always change, the shells that hold us come and go. A boat fire for one friend, sales and foreclosures for others, and the creep of the elements and wild mountain rose for our cabin in Curlew. But even when those things lost were built with our own hands, i think it is the land that holds the heart. A warm pine island wafting through the fog, or the canopy of live oaks lousy with squirrels, even the ethereal light of my neighborhood in the urban checkerboard.

In the early 1900s Sandy Point boasted a busy shipyard churning out 3 and 4 masted schooners on two railways, I grew up down the beach in the old boarding house that once lodged the lumbermen from the mill.  Now Sandy Point is a sprawling sandy beach and a straggling of pilings. Sand is reclaiming the traces of the past all along that coast.

“Sandy Point Shipyard” will be included in my Shared is the Sea exhibit at the Northwest Maritime Center (see EVENTS page for details).

ALSO COMING UP!!!

This Saturday is the opening of Columbia City Gallerys’  Paper,Rocks,Scissors group show. My piece “Rock #1” is looking big and bold, along with my friend Emma Levitts fine print “Cave” and an interesting assortment of other quirky artists in a cute little gallery. As if you needed another excuse to hop on the lightrail and play in this up and came neighborhood.  Details on my events page.

How goes the work?

“Hokkaido by tommorow”  18″x12″

It is a drift of little black paper cuttings on the floor.

It is piles of sheet paper with coffee table books keeping them flat.

It is hand exercises and a new crush on Mary Azarian and the Farmers Alphabet.

It is a fat, happy envelope from a gallery, and then sooo many hours spent lost in a

design program that my eyes go bloodshot and the show cards have to wait.

It is also the movement of hands across paper, trying to translate everything I know

about a wave into form.  From ocean nights high in the rolling rigging of  sailing

ships, and bodysurfing in golden glinting froth in Baja, and  watching from  the pebble

beach that once was home.

From the roil to the ripple, how does it taste and feel and smell and leave me different.

If  I wrap all of that into such a simple picture, will it somehow show through?

How gows the work?   It goes well, busy. Rich and full.

 

Today I finished a piece for 2 good friends who run around outside, climbing and

biking and skiing, higher, further, more. They met and were engaged and married in

mountain towns across the world. Now love lives with them in the Methow Valley.

Another year, another mountain shared.

by commission 17″x12″

SEE the top image in Shared is the Sea, this October in Port Townsend

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At the beach the other day Science was digging giant holes in the sand to see what the ocean would do.

My small son did his own smaller version of this a little ways away.

The  building waves pulled at my heels as I watched the excavations.

They already knew the answer.


 

 

 

 

 

 

Backfill papercut oct/2010