Yo local peeps! If you find yourself down in NW Portland anytime soon, be sure to pop into Anna Bananna's on NW 21st (near Overton). Not only can you get awesome coffee, tea, snacks and sandwiches there, you can also take in the ambiance that is now partly influenced by ten of my paintings. They will hang through May and into June. If you make it down there, let me know what you think. :-)
Yeah. I love science fiction...(especially Star Trek. Old school S.T. that is.) I also like Star Wars. So when I heard about an open call for artists for this Star Wars themed group show I knew exactly what to do.
Yoda is by far my favorite character of the Star Wars persuasion. He is wise and he is also a bad ass. He's sorta cute, too. In my quest to know more about Yoda, I found that his origins and his entire "childhood" is shrouded in mystery. (See, I told you I was a nerd...I've spent HOURS researching this.) There is no record of exactly when and where Yoda was "born". No home planet to speak of, no fond stories of time in a family home with his "parents". The earliest info I could find on Yoda's life was that he became a Jedi knight at the age of 96 years old, which is a youngish age when you consider Yodes lived until he was 900 years old. With that info, I sort of figured that he aged alot slower than human beings. I started thinking about how his "childhood" would have been. It sort of amused me to think about young Yoda in mundane human child scenarios. So the subject of my painting for this group show was pretty easy to come up with. A young, five year old Yoda, celebrating a birthday with a very human-child rite of passage...a good ol' fashioned birthday party pinata-smashin'.
That's all I'm gonna say. The painting is posted on my painting page if I've tweaked your curiosity and you want a look-see. Other wise, I hope you will consider coming out to Good: a gallery this Friday, May 3rd to check out this show. It's going to be a good time (pun intended) and I'm gonna be there enjoying the art and the sentiment.
Mundane musings from a modern Mnemosyne