Walking through Portland with my niece Katura is not a high-pressure experience. Not an amble, really, because a lot of analysis and intent went into her map decision planning, but there are a lot of pauses. Katura makes quick sketches and I take photos. Spouses along on the walk have long known to adapt their pace of walking to the reality of this characteristic locomotion.
We spent our morning in an art store and we knew we would end at the zoo. In between was an elephant in the park (because there are never too many elephants) and…oh, wow, a craft museum. And it was a fine, fine museum at that.
The main show in the gallery was titled “We Tell Ourselves Stories In Order To Live.” The featured artists are characterized as sharing a precarious relationship between fact and fiction.
Oil paintings by Stephen Hayes riding the line between abstraction and representation…