
I came to Portland as a city boy mesmerized by the diverse beauty of the arts and found meditative support from dear friends hanging at The Art Institute of Chicago. I now know what a high school student feels when they are uprooted mid year. I was lost with no place to go. Then I wandered down a trail smack dab in the middle of the city. Sure I missed my Rembrandts, Hoppers and Wrights but now I had friends that reached the clouds. They are such a delight to see and ponder what they have to say. If only I could speak tree. So for now I will listen and dream a bit…