USk: Cargo Portland

Picking up an old Fabriano Watercolor journal that I really don’t like
*but will finish off in some way, like the 100 faces challenge* 
I came across an old drawing of the building in the Pearl that originally housed Cargo, sketched before their move.  I left it penciled and partially inked.
*who knows why?*
I finished it Saturday and combined two photos to create this colorful version —
one with the Happy banners all around it and another, much earlier, when the graffiti of the red birds on the lavender blocks was still in place.
*why someone scrubbed them i don’t know… some graffiti should be left in place*

Cargo in-the-Pearl was a happy place for us through some awful times.
The curios shop was huge, having just the right mix of silly Chinese
(paper hanging decorations and wind-up toys)
to serious possible purchases (buddhas, ganeshas, huge columns, furniture.)
*you never know when you might need a piece of an old column*
We would take a few dollars mad money and sometimes spend it there,
or walk to one of the nearby restaurants and try their Happy Hour menu.

During the time my baby brother was dying, we took my niece and older brother there during part of our wanderings around town, and played silly.
I took a photo of Mitchell in a paper crown,
*mitchell has the capacity to play like a kid and i love that about him*
as well as some of the only good pics of my niece (camera shy)
and my serious brother in animated conversation.
*good memories in bad times*

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Fabriano Watercolor journal (don’t recommend), Pentalic HB woodless pencil,
Noodler’s Lexington Grey Ink, De Atramentis Document Brown ink,
Super5 Frankfurt and Dublin inks,
Lamy Al-Star with De Atramentis Document Black ink,
Platinum Carbon Pen with Platinum Carbon ink waterproof cartridges,
Sennelier, Holbein, DS Primatek watercolors, and Daniel Smith Watercolors.

   

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hollywood baby turned beach gurl turned steel&glass city gurl turned cowgurl turned herb gurl turned green city gurl. . . artist writer photographer. . . cat lover but misses our big dogs, gone to heaven. . . buddhist and interested in the study of spiritual traditions. . . foodie, organic, lover of all things mik, partner in conservation business mpfconservation, consummate blogger, making a dream happen, insomniac who is either reading buddhist teachings or not-so-bloody mysteries or autobio journal thangs early in the morning when i can't sleep
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10 Responses to USk: Cargo Portland

  1. I really like the strong perspective lines in this illustration. I am sorry to read about the loss of your brother. Two of my brothers are dead so I am familiar with that type of bereavement.

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    • Yes. So sorry for your loss too. Two here too. My baby brother was 13 years older — but still my baby brother… Five years ago.

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      • My losses are less recent. One brother died at 21 in 1984 and one died at 41 in 2003. Their birthdays and anniversaries are still extremely hard, despite the passage of time.

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        • OH 21 is hard… I really miss my brother, in ways I can’t share with anyone but my husband. He was an alcoholic, and we worked on it together. I was his PA when he was dying, and we had a similar sense of humor and I miss that. We laughed so much together, IO I was also so angry at him for his refusal to get sober — which killed him in the end. It is a tough disease. I miss him most when I am cooking, or want to share something with him…

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  2. dweezer19 says:

    😀I love that crown!

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  3. dweezer19 says:

    Kate, I lost my brother similarly, although he soent most of his adult life as a wnadering vagrant, working here and there. Before he passed I had not seen or spoken to him in over ten years. He never got sober.😔

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