Halloween in my hood. After living in my apartment for almost 7 years, I finally, for the first time, spent a couple hours enjoying the festivities east of 15th Ave near Aloha and Prospect. It's an entire neighborhood where the homes really get into the holiday. Much smoke. Many homes were piping music. A few streets are blocked off to traffic. It was a blast.

Lots of ghouls, goblins, and glee.

Someone set up a large white sheet next to their home and was projecting some film. I couldn't tell what it was.

Happy Halloween!

When ladybugs appear...love is near.
I was a ladybug for Halloween.

Saturday evening I went out with three of my fabulous coworkers. The communications director, the scholarships director and the grants director. We did the costume crawl from the Sorrento Hotel, to Vito's, up to the Hideout, then on to Seattle Central Community College where Occupy Seattle is now camping out at night...up on Broadway and then to Pony, a small bar on the hill.

It was a blast.

Yesterday, I was super exhausted from such a big and very long Saturday night, not getting home until almost 2am. I finally wandered out of my house for a walk in the afternoon and took in more Halloween festivities. The children's costume parade began at Cal Anderson Park...and then they filled the streets of Broadway looking for treats from all the shopkeepers before heading to a pizza place on the north side for a free pizza party. Parents and kids all decked out.

Capitol Hill loves Halloween. And I love this neighborhood.

Pumpkin photographed at 22 near my home. My flash accidentally went off and changed the color of the pumpkin because of all the colored lights on it. So I went into photoshop and exaggerated the background colors.

Just finished costume and now taking it easy before tonight's event with some good friends.

Working on my halloween costume for tomorrow night's costume crawl. I needed wings and so purchased some but have to rip out the fabric because I couldn't have colored glittery wings. Instead, I purchased some very thin, almost lacey black material that I'll attach to the wing form.

Nope. Not telling you what my costume is yet. I'll have a longer entry after the festivities...and will include a photo or two.

Wow...I forgot that I had these photos in a draft and never posted them. From the Occupy Seattle - Global March day on Oct 15th...

And here is a little slideshow I created of various scenes I've photographed from Occupy Seattle. Click this link for slideshow.

Taken during a walk with Phil on a beautiful autumn afternoon.

Two more photos taken on Saturday morning while walking on the viaduct. I know the thing has to come down but it's been one of the prettiest drives with the best views. And having been such a source of inspiration for me, I was glad I had the chance to say a proper goodbye.

I really, really needed to get a brush in my hand. Working with black watercolor along with graphite. Here is one of today's pieces - 10"x15"

Painting is my food.

Early one weekend morning in the first year I moved to Seattle, I stood on a hill with a crowd and witnessed the implosion of the kingdome.

Yesterday morning, four months and two weeks before moving to the east coast, in the midst of fog and rain, I witnessed the a little of the viaduct demolition.

The viaduct, as of Friday evening is closed for 9 days so they can begin demo of the south section. The public was allowed to walk on the viaduct for three hours yesterday and I took advantage of the experience.

Yesterday afternoon at the Seattle Art Museum, enjoying the exhibit Luminous - The Art of Asia. Photo is of Gate by Do Ho Suh.

a drawing I've been working on from one of my photos from last Saturday's march.

Spent some time in Westlake at Occupy Seattle yesterday after work. I took some photos and did some little drawings in my sketch book.

This week, I've been feeling displaced. After moving out of the studio, I went on vacation. Upon my return I was thrown into two emotionally grueling weeks. Last Friday my schedule freed up and all that I'd experienced in the past few months began to hit me in a big way: the impact of my lost studio space, the loss of my art practice as it was, the feeling of being in between west coast and east coast worlds.

I've been working on little drawings just about every day and yet, I feel lost within the tangle of black ink marks.

It is time for re-creation. And it's not coming easily.

I need to honor this time of mourning.

Walking to work this morning at 5 am I noticed the sky was black and clear, filled with stars and Orion was looking down on me.




Photo taken on Saturday in Westlake as the tents were being raised for the Global Day of Action.

Saturday evening - the raising of the tents at Westlake.

More photos from yesterday...