A room of one's own

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Took a little time away from the studio last week to restock my galleries: the one on Orcas Island was down to three pots; the one in Forest Grove had more, but also has their annual Artist's Event coming up this month. They're celebrating their 50th anniversary this year, so I want to be well-represented.

Crow Valley Gallery is too far for me to deliver in person. Fortunately, a friend of the manager was coming down to Portland to celebrate his birthday with friends, and was willing to be a courier. Even better for me, he was willing to meet me in a hotel parking lot just off Kruse Way, in the south Portland suburbs, the last point on I-5 before I turn left for Forest Grove (saving me from the perils of Portland morning traffic). I met Christopher at 10 am sharp and transferred my four boxes of pottery into the back of his hatchback, then continued to Forest Grove, arriving just a few minutes before the gallery opened at 11.

Valley Arts Gallery is in the middle of a renovation. The facade has been stripped off (and asbestos removed), preparatory to a still-to-come facelift. The inside remodel is complete, however, and I was surprised and pleased to find a cubby entirely devoted to my work, complete with an artist's quote I vaguely remember writing.