Tag Archives: Highways

10th Avenue

SW 10th Avenue, Portland, OR, September 2009. Kodak TMY.
Portland really is a transportation city. It seems that we can never have enough different modes of transportation, much less use them as officially intended. We have light rail that behaves like a metro, commuter trains trying to behave like light rail, and last but not least

Liquidated

Liquidated, 2009; watercolor on paper, approximately 16 x 25 inches.
Well that took a bit longer than expected.
Liquidated is the second in my 99W Series of paintings. This is a planned sequence of images using the thread of old Pacific Highway West through Western Oregon as a common theme. The road forms a cross section

Review: Approaching Nowhere

Approaching Nowhere
Photography by Jeff Brouws with essays by William L. Fox and Jeff Brouws. W.W. Norton, 500 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 10110; http://www.wwnorton.com/; 12.3 x 11.6 x 0.8 in; hardbound; 160 pages, 112 color photos, 1 illustration; $50.00
It is one of the fundamental facts of the 20th century that Americans came to live in

Review: Here There Nowhere

Here There Nowhere
Paintings by Michael Brophy with essays by Jonathan Raban and William L. Lang. OSU Press, 121 The Valley Library, Corvallis, OR 97331-4501; http://oregonstate.edu/dept/press; 12.0 x 12.0 x 0.25 in; paperbound; 60 pages, 20 color images; $25.00
The landscape of the Pacific Northwest is an ever-changing one, and so it should be no surprise that

Review: Highway: America’s Endless Dream

Highway: America’s Endless Dream
Photography by Jeff Brouws, text by Bernd Polster and Phil Patton. Stewart, Tabori & Chang, 115 West 18th Street, New York, NY 10011; http://www.hnabooks.com/category/home/88; 10.8 x 9.8 in; softcover; 160 pages, 100 color and 37 b/w photos; $29.95
The open road is one of the central myths of 20th century United States. What

Morning rush, portland

Morning Rush, Portland, 2007; watercolor on paper, approxamately 16 x 25 inches.
Here is the jumping off point. Me being me, I didn’t quite paint it in weekly, zen-like meditative days as I had planned. Noooo. Of course not. Every electronic device was still up and running, there were papers tossed everywhere, and I couldn’t