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Hello Rockhoppers,

This is weird, but welcome to my blog. I couldn’t figure how to fit all the images in a single email (or document), so I decided to put it here.

I wanted to thank everyone for their kinds words about my work. And thanks to Stefan for allowing me to hang my stuff up in his home, and extra thanks to Elizabeth for coming up with the idea. It was great to show people my work instead of it just sitting in a pile.
I build, stretch, and frame all my canvases. Acrylic on canvas unless noted. Sizes rounded to nearest inch.

its problems

de -its problems                              about 14 x 14                                         $ 180
*wooden panel

An attempt to replicate the line quality of predigital television when viewed up close. It was difficult and not as successful as I would have liked.
OUTPUT

OUTPUT                                              25 x 25                                                     $ 190

Based on a child’s scribbles in a coloring book. Choosing a non-human subject as a change of pace.

lie down down you

lie down down; you                          21 x 27                         $ 425  / $ 750 pair

Do you remember?

Do you remember?                         21 x 30                            $ 425  / $ 750 pair

Weaver series
Old photographs offer a peek into the past and show how life was lived in simpler times. As such, they make for great source material.

At a Goodwill store where they sell things by the pound, I found a huge cache of photos of a single family spanning the early 40’s to late 90’s.

Whether there are no more relatives to inherit the photographs, or no one wants them, I find it sad that a whole lifetime of memories would be thrown away. So I “adopted” the family.

Over the images of the Weavers, I added text based on the heritage of my actual parents: the neon yellow text in Do you remember? is Thai, and the white text in lie down down; you is Portuguese. While not that “deep,” this is a turning point of sorts. These are not just graphic images,  these pieces have some personal meaning.

 

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DSC_0627                                           30 x 30                                                       $ 285
*wooden panel on silkscreen frame

Five kids from my Mom’s village in Thailand. The girl in front is a relative. This was a foray back into colors after doing so many monochromes. It was also an attempt to use a new medium of paint – acrylic semi transparent stains that are intended for decks/ porches etc. On canvas, they function like a glaze. Working with 4 stains and a few other regular paint colors, I was able to achieve some nice color effects.

 

Juk 2

Juk II                                      23 x 32                                      $ 300
framed with scavenged wood

A more finished piece using the same semi transparent stains and limited paint colors. Same kid from DSC_0627 (far right).

 

Final Coat, 45 x 61

Final Coat                                                45 x 61                                                $ 1800
frame is heavy

Based on an image taken from a 50’s DIY book. Second time I painted this image, but this time larger and with slavish attention. Attempt to create a full range of value using only one color (and white). Sort of a gimmicky touch, but the surface of the table that she has painted has a opalescent glaze that makes it stand out when seen in person.

 

Eve Drone

Data Entry Girl                22 x 35                 $ 300

Instead of trying to create the illusion of depth, an attempt to simplify and flatten the form using a limited palette of muted colors. In terms of subject, style, and color harmony, a successful piece.

Catherine

Catherine                             25 x 37                                 $ 425

Based on a photo I took, one of the few paintings with a person I actually know. Tried to capture the essence of the blueish purplish color of the hoodie. Couldn’t devote the same energy to the trees, left them terrible.

 

Some Shit

bitchin’                                       23 x 23                                               $ 175

Based on vintage year book photos using colors that mimic the look 3-D images.

Two parties expressed interest in this piece. Parties can arm wrestle for it, I can auction it, or duplicate the painting and sell it for the same price. I am open to suggestions.

 

Lazy Dog

THE LAZY DOG                                         32 x 32                                           $ 300
*wooden panel, framed with scavenged wood

Based on a vintage yearbook photo, chosen for the ridiculous hairstyle. Monochromatic with a focus on using value to create depth.

 

David Robinson

David Robinson                                 25 x 25                             $ 325/ pair $ 600

Ronald Robison

Ronald Robison                                 25 x 25                            $ 325/ pair $ 600

(AKA Stud and Dud)

Based on yet more vintage yearbook photos. This reminded me of my friend and myself; we were alphabetic neighbors in school and as a result, became friends. He was the “stud” and I the “dud.” I wondered if the these two had become friends as well.
“Stud and Dud” references an episode of the Simpsons, which my friend and I were huge fans of.

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College                                                     23 x 31                                                 $ 200
*wooden panel, framed with scavenged wood

One of the 50’s DIY series. Monochromatic with an attempt to create as little value as possible.

 

Untitled
Chairfixer                                                  24 x 29                                                 $ 325
framed with scavenged wood

One of the 50’s DIY series. The execution of the figure was less labored than usual, and looks more fluid as a result.
Text obscures figure to the appropriate degree.

 

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uggest                                            about 23 x 32                                                $ 285

Based on vintage image from a knitting catalog.

 

TROUBLE OR MALFUNCTION

TROUBLE OR MALFUNCTION                        50 x 26                             $ 600

Originally intended to be just a landscape, perceived problems with accuracy lead to overlaying other imagery. Background image is a based on a photo I took in Portland.

 

under the circumstances / Diptych

under the circumstances                                  74 x 25                               $ 1500
diptych joined by piano hinge

Ultramarathon of figure painting, based on an image culled from the internet. Limited palette of five or six colors.

A few other pieces that were not shown.

Juk 1, 24 x 14
Juk I                    14 x 24            $ 100
A “throwaway” piece done between more “serious” works.

 

70's Family

That 70’s Family                              24 x 37                             $ 200

Based on a found photograph. Love the hair!

 

success with roses
Tamara                                                21 x 34                                                    $  250
framed with scrap wood

Based on a photograph I took of an old friend.

 

du pain

Du Pain                                                   44 x 25                                               $ 280

Avoiding realistic figures, based on kids drawing. Trying to loosen up and do something different.

 

Final Spin

Final Spin                                            50 x 26                                                     $  450

Part of the Weaver series. Based on a photo when Pat Sajak and Vanna White visited the old folks home Mrs Weaver was staying at.

 

Art Four

ART FOUR                                            26 x 32                                                $ 200
Unique frame style, it’s octagonal

Collage style with main image based on photo of a friend.

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Whew! That’s it. If you’ve made it this far, thanks for checking out my work again. If you are interested in a piece or have questions, please email me at shutupbecky@gmail.com.  I’m flexible and we can work something out. I’d love to get more of my work out into the world.

Treasure Uncovered

The other day I headed out for a run, unsure of where exactly I was going. I wanted to run to the Powerlines, but it was really hot and there’s no water available there. My measly 2L bladder would be half empty by the time I got there. The flat trail  would be mostly shaded, so I decided that would be a wise choice.

I decided to run past 1604 and explore a bit. I had followed a Hash trail out there on a run long ago, but didn’t get too far. I wanted to see how much further the “trail” would go.

Running under the bridge, I  was amazed at all the little mud bird houses built on the underside. Then I passed the spot where eons ago I drank many beers at a Hash “circle.”

As I rounded the corner, I saw the familiar junk pile. I knew that this spot had been used as a dumping ground before.

Main pile on the left side.
Main pile on the left side.
Pile on the right.
Pile on the right.

I plucked a 5×7 photograph off the ground.

This was the first photo I found.
The first photo I found.

 

As I scrutinized the junk, I could tell this was new stuff that had been dumped recently. My instincts kicked in: I am a scavenger. I have a fascination for looking through trash, junk, rubbish, – whatever you call it – for things that I can use somehow. As an artist,  I see value in things that might seem worthless to others. And as I poked around, almost immediately I struck gold.

More photographs. Old black and white photographs!! And lots of them. Before I knew it, that one photo had mushroomed into a  huge wad. At first I thought I would keep just a few because I could fit only so many in my pack. But the photos were all gold – I’d find a way to carry them all. No way was I leaving any behind. (At least not any black and whites, I did leave some more recent color photos behind.)

By this point, my running brain was totally switched off. All I cared about was finding more photos, I was a junkie searching for my next fix in the pile. But I knew I had to stop at some point, if for no other reason than the sun was getting low and worse- the mosquitoes were starting up. I found three or four small concentrations of photos and then it seemed like that was it.

At this point I figured out this guy died and they just dumped this stuff. Whoever did this just wanted to clean house. They were probably not related, otherwise they’d have kept the photos. Or maybe they were related and just didn’t care. Either way is sad.

I tried to roughly organize my haul in order to compact it. I found a Manilla envelope and stuffed in the photos. Then I stuck the envelope in a large Ziploc bag to protect it from my sweaty self. I could carry the whole pouch in front of me tucked under the bands of my pack. It made my chest retain heat, but it stayed put and more importantly, kept my hands free.

As I ran home,  I got some weird looks. I’m sure people wondered what the heck I was carrying. And yet even if they knew what was in the Manilla envelope, they would probably ask: “What the heck are you doing with photographs you found in a dump of some random dead person?”

And I asked myself the same thing. Why do I do this?

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Grand total: about 150 photographs, (several of which are stuck together and awaiting separation,) one negative,  a few postcards, a letter, a note, a Mason’s card, a certificate of birth, and 3 lottery tickets (whose numbers I intend to play one day.)

There are many more interesting images I’d like to share, and ultimately, I will organize the photos into an album.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Another Flower Gallery

Ran for three and a half hours on 50/50 trail and pavement. Recent rains have got the wildflowers all up in a tizzy! I’m trying to document as many different types of flowers as possible. These were all shot today on the same run. Nuts, right? There were so many flowers, it was ruining my running rhythm; I’d stop every few feet to take another picture.

Focusing on iPhone is a b!tch. It’s so hard to tell in the bright  sunlight. Getting it to focus on the right thing is especially tricky.  I preset the AF/AE lock and then try to frame the image, but often can’t find the right focal range. More practice, I guess!

The run was tough. When I started, there was some awesome cloud cover. Sadly, it burned off quickly and the humidity set in .

I ran in my Hoka Stinsons for the first time. As much as I want to like them, not the best initial impression. Definitely issues on uneven trail surfaces. Unfortunate, as the reason for buying them was to save my tootsies from the rocks at Bandera.  Need more miles before rendering a final verdict, although I’m paranoid this will mean that I won’t be able to return them.

Also using Tailwind for the third time. Lemon something or other flavor. I’m not sold on the efficacy just yet. I bonked pretty good today. I left the house with only 400 calories, about half of what I should have had for a (planned) 15 mile run. After I consumed my bottle of Tailwind and two gels, I stopped at a gas station and bought a Gatorade and a Reeses peanut butter cup. I never do that. The Reese’s was righteous, and it helped a bit, but I was still dragging.

The weird thing is how tired I felt after only 10 miles or so. I thought to myself, “You think you’re tired now?? Wait till you’ve been up for 20 hours and you’re at mile 80. How the hell are you going to manage that?” Either I exhausted my glycogen yesterday, I didn’t consume enough calories during the week, or something, but this shouldn’t have been as hard as it was. Which reminds me, I want to start my running diary. That sounds so…

For the day, did a lot of walking and finished with 14, a mile short of goal.

Running / Water

We’ve had a good bit of sorely need rain the past few days. The other day I got caught in a downpour, and it was glorious. There’s just something about running in the rain that is so fun. Once you get over the fact that you’re soaked to the bone, it’s not so bad. The creek (or crick as some would say) beds are normally bone dry, but they were (alive with running water. The creek is not an active creek, more of a drainage creek, which is far less charming, but it’s nice to see it’s doing its thing.

Last night we got even more rain. I didn’t think about how that would affect my run to the gym until I saw the water. There were at least five spots where the path was flooded over. But it’s just water! I took off my shoes and socks and walked through. Putting my toe socks on five times was a bit of a chore.

The other day I saw a deer, which is not unusual. They are generally skittish and don’t stay still for pictures, but this one was in a clearing that allowed for a clear-ish shot.  One day, I’ll get a good shot of a deer. Also saw a gathering of what looked like vultures at a watering hole. They all scampered off when I ran by except for one guy. That would have been a much better shot with his friends.

Today I saw a heron (?), a vibrant green snake that surprisingly didn’t slither away before I could take its picture, and a snail. Yes, a snail. Oh and I always see cardinals, but they are so fast – by the time I think to take out my camera – they’re gone. One day… I don’t know much about animals, but it’s cool to see them on the trail.

Ran through some drainage channels in the neighborhood behind my gym. This appears to be where the a bunch of seventh grade graffiti artists hang out. (It’s not very good graffiti.) I thought perhaps I should bring a can of spray paint and see if I can do any better.

Got to the gym sweaty and stinking to high heaven. Worked out for an hour and headed back out. By then it was noon and hot and HUMID.  I was surprised I wasn’t more tired. I downed a citrus flavor Clif gel which was pretty good. It tasted like a Pop Ice, those colored frozen stick pop things. Great flavor for hot weather.

Took a shorter way home, and this time I didn’t bother to un-shoe myself through the flooded spots. Just plowed right through. The water was cool and felt great. So great in fact, I took a break and sat down waist deep in the creek. It was nowhere near as nice as sitting in the creek at the Grand Canyon, but it did the trick. And yeah, the water’s brown and filthy, but as a trail runner, so am I!

Treviso Marathon – Crisis Averted

I was so close to not running the race. Mentally, I had thrown in the towel and  my poor brain started rehearsing an explanation of why I didn’t run the marathon. But I did run the race. It wasn’t a great race, but it was a great learning experience.

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Initially, I planned to set up my trip itinerary with all the necessary details. However after some emailing with my sister, it seemed like she had the whole trip squared away for me.  She’s a more than capable individual, so I relaxed and left it in her hands. I now know that I should never leave things to chance (or someone else – capable or not.) I should have done my research anyway.

Just getting to the Expo was a major hassle.

We planned to check out a city market that was on the way to the Expo. We were running a bit late and, and were hustling to get to the market before it closed. The “directions” to the Expo were in Italian, so I had no idea what I was actually reading. There didn’t appear to be a specific physical address, just general instructions depending on which way you were coming from. But we figured we could plug in the street names listed on the form into the GPS and that should be good enough. We had all afternoon to find it.

It was cold and rainy out, which made for miserable driving conditions. To make matters worse, the windshield wipers made this loud honking sound with every pass. So rather than endure the honking, my sister kept switching the wipers on and off manually. Every. Three. Seconds. I found this to be extremely annoying.

We passed the market and it started raining harder. Neither of us wanted to deal with the rain, so we bailed on the market. Turning our attention to locating the Expo, we found that none of the street names from the race form were getting us any results from the GPS. We sat at a gas station pondering what to do.

At this point, we were about 30 minutes from the house. I suggested we head back home and get the other printed race info we had, but my sister didn’t want to drive back; she figured we could find it anyway. Somehow. So we headed off toward Treviso.

The next two hours were unbearable. We didn’t really know where we were going. I don’t know what my sister put into the GPS, but we seemed to be driving forever and getting nowhere. Both of us were getting severely agitated from the drive and with each other. Finally we stopped at a gas station. Amazingly, there was a map taped to the window. Even more amazingly, I found “Piazza Borsa,” one of the locations listed on my form. We input some of the nearby streets into the GPS and headed off again, feeling hopeful.

There was still a lot of circuitous driving, but then merging into traffic, we saw it: a tiny yellow arrow with the word EXPO on it. Hallelujah! As we headed down that street, more arrows appeared, and finally I saw the building where the Expo was held. I was so relieved that we’d finally found the needle in haystack.

The destination
The destination
Inside the Expo
Inside the Expo

The Expo was small and crowded. I got my packet containing my bib and chip, and my goody bag. It had all sorts of goodies: the t-shirt, pasta, walnuts, crackers, jam, even a small bottle of Prosecco! My sister went shopping at a COIN (no idea) store for girl stuff and I stood outside and took pictures of stuff. We had lunch at a small cafe nearby and then headed back.

We got home and I was exhausted. I watched TV and got sucked into the black hole that is Imgur. It wasn’t until late that evening that I started prepping my race clothes. As I went through my goody bag, I realized that the packet containing my bib and timing chip were not in the bag. I looked everywhere in my room, then the living room, the car, the bathroom. I asked my sister if she’d seen it and she hadn’t.

I somehow lost the entire packet?!!

I thought the packet probably fell out there when I was showing off the goodies in the bag at the cafe we ate at. We called the place, and surprisingly, they were still open. The person that answered hadn’t worked during the day, we should call back in the morning at 8. There was still a chance the lady who served us tucked away the packet. So we planned to drive to cafe in the morning.

I got my stuff ready. I slept maybe two or three hours. We got up extra early to make the hour+ drive. We got there and saw an old man setting up chairs on the outside patio. I showed him a note asking about the packet. He ushered us inside and  showed the note to (who I assume was) his wife. She was the one who served us, and she said there was no packet. My stomach sank. I was sure that it was going to be here. Now what?

My sister, who was majorly pissed off at this point, drove to the start so I could ” talk to an official” and straighten this out. I was in a daze at this point. I had accepted the fact that I wasn’t going to run the marathon.

We got the the race and I went to find an official, but registration had shut down hours ago. I went back to the car and told my sister there was nothing I could do. She told me, “Run it anyway. What’s the worst thing that could happen? They kick you out of the race?” This had not occurred to me as a possible solution.

So I ran the race as a bandit. Of sorts.

Waiting for the start.
Waiting for the start.

Even though I had paid for the race, I felt like a fraud at the start. I was paranoid and nervous, thinking someone was going to notice that I wasn’t wearing a bib. But no one noticed. And really, why would they?

The best thing about the race was the people. Hilariously, during the first mile, tons of guys peeled off left and right to urinate. As we entered each town, everyone was really happy and the spectators were all smiles, yelling, “Bravi, bravi!” I high-fived lots of smiling kids which was awesome. (It’s my hope that this would inspire a kid to become a runner.) People on bikes tagged along, several runners pushed people in wheelchairs, one wheelchair guy propelled himself with only one arm. Saw a guy guiding a blind guy. I’d never seen this kind of spirit in US races.

The race was a struggle for me, as I was already physically tired and mentally drained. The course didn’t seem spectacularly scenic, but  I was okay with that. I was just glad that it never rained.

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Somewhere near the finish.

I saw my sister yelling during the last bit, and that lifted my spirits. However, the last mile into the city was torture because there were so many turns and it just seemed to go on forever.  Once I saw the finish, I gave it everything I had, which wasn’t much by then.

I crossed the line around 3:45, unofficially.

Finished, feeling like death.
Finished, feeling like death. I wore a vest to carry my camera, cell phone, and gels.

I was a bit nervous at the finish, as volunteers were removing the timing chips. But I walked through undiscovered. And then I was saddened when I saw the piles of finishers medals. I didn’t try to claim one. Despite not being an “official” runner, I was really glad I ran the race. Because at the end of the day, it’s not about the medal, it’s about the run.

Hood To Coast

It’s all downhill from here. Literally. The first leg is all downhill and supposedly tough on the quads.

We were almost late to the start, but made it just in time.  That’s Mt. Hood in the background. Mike was our first runner.

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“This is my future, I might as well embrace it.”
This very hilarious looking fellow (on the right) had shaved his hair to more accurately reflect his future self. He totally looks like a sitcom character.

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We parked next to a van that listed “PoopooHead” as one of the runners. We figured out who she was, and cheered her on when we saw her. She seemed slightly bewildered.

Look at all those beautiful trees in the background!!

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At the very end of the leg, Geoff (on the right) got passed by this short, old, overly muscular Italian fellow. Geoff was unfazed.

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Melissa, always happy and always looking like her feet never leave the ground.

That's what this girl says to me. "What pace are you running? We should run together." I would have liked to have run with her, but she was way too fast. I valiantly tried to keep up with her for the first mile, but knew that it was a lost cause. And then I had to stop to take a shit on the side of the road.

“You look fast.”
That’s what this girl says to me. “What pace are you running? We should run together.” I tried to dodge the question and Jason jumped in and gave some bullshit answers.  I valiantly tried to keep up with her for the first mile, but knew right away that it was a lost cause. I would have liked to run with her, but she was just way out of my league.
And as an added bonus, I had to stop on the side of the road to take a shit.

I overheard some guy say that Frank Shorter was running on the Yale team. I

I overheard some guy say that Frank Shorter was running on the Yale team.
Or this might just be some old guy.

Apparently, Mike slipped and wiped out pretty good. He wasn't as mad as he looks.

Apparently, Mike slipped and wiped out pretty good. He wasn’t as mad as he looks.

Waiting in line seemingly forever. The Honey Bucket guys show up to empty and clean the stalls. It took some time, but a clean, stocked stall would be worth it. Except our runner had such a short leg, we had to leave immediately. Even though I was practically next in line. So this is me (second from left, in the blue top) giving Jason the finger for razzing me about not getting to do my thing. And wouldn't you know it, a minute after this photo, the Honey Bucket guys show up again. I was like, "WE ARE NOT LEAAVING UNTIL THIS HAPPENS."

Second Time for #2
Waiting in line seemingly forever. The Honey Bucket guys show up to empty and clean the stalls. It took some time, but an emptied and clean stall guaranteed to have toilet paper would be worth the wait. And I was practically next in line. But then… Our runner had such a short leg, we had to leave immediately after the handoff, which occurred just as I was about to go. We drove to the next handoff point.
That’s me (second from left, in the blue top) saluting Jason for razzing me. And wouldn’t you know it, a minute after this photo, the Honey Bucket guys show up. I was like, “WE ARE NOT LEAVING UNTIL THIS HAPPENS.”
Jeremy struck this pose which seemed really out of character for him.

Jeremy struck this pose which seemed really out of character for him.
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Geoff hands off to Jeremy and Jeremy smiles? Jeremy HATES running. Or that’s what it seems like.
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One of the exchange points.
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The jokes on me again.
After my misadventures with going #2, they thought it would be funny to do a toilet paper tape. I was really moving at that point (so fast I was a blur!) and totally missed the joke.
They were thinking I might keep some of that toilet paper, just in case.
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Jason looking bummed after getting chicked. (I know he could care less.)
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Mike raising a beer after the finish. It was his first Hood to Coast. Hopefully he’ll be back on the team next year.
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My buddy Jason, all smiles.

WORLDS COLLIDING!

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In regards to the previous post of Shutupbecky’s phototstream:

Don’t be afraid, Shutupbecky is my other (snappier) screen name. I wanted to share more photos without having to re-upload them to my blog. Most of the pictures I’ve posted recently were taken with my iPod and the quality makes me cringe. So if you’re interested, you can see some better quality, albeit non-running related, photos I took on my trip.