Jackie Avery

I just discovered the wonderful paintings of Portland artist Jackie Avery after a postcard with one of her paintings was slipped into the latest edition of Boneshaker. Take time to look through her site - it's not all bicycles. She's obviously got a soft spot for the lore.

Bike Parking

Check out this collection of paintings from Portland artist Chris Davis. He's got a show at Suzette opening on May 27, 2010. Here's what he has to say about this series of paintings (From bikeportland interview):

"I was a messenger in San Francisco for a couple of years, in the '90's. There was a delivery I made once, to the Westin St. Francis, and as I was parking my bike, locking it to a parking meter or whatever, one of the doormen came up to me. He was dressed in this pretty wacky Renaissance Faire sort of outfit, and he walked up to my bike while my radio was squawking at me, said something, and made this sort of motion like he was bringing water to my thirsty horse, which he'd take care of while I ran inside. Which was a hugely goofy idea, of course, but I was kind of cosmically amused by it.

Ever since then, I've always liked to look at my bike as having a sort of character, the way I imagine riders used to relate to their horses -- which probably weren't so easy to just look at as vehicles or machines or toys or "a mode of transportation." So, to come back to all the figurative practice I'd been doing, since I started drawing and painting bikes here in Portland, I've tried to find those sorts of cues in posture and gesture, the clues to character in all the stiff, inanimate bikes that people leave locked up and leaning all over town."

Bicycles

for V. Bokov

The bicycles lie

In the woods, in the dew.

Between the birch trees

The highroad gleams.

They fell, fell down

Mudguard to Mudguard,

handlebar to handlebar

Pedal to pedal

And you can't

Wake them up!

Petrified monsters,

Their chains entwined.

Huge and surprised

They stare at the sky.

Above them, green dusk

Resin, and bumblebees.

In the luxurious

Rustling of camomile, peppermint

Leaves they lie. Forgotten,

Asleep. Asleep.

Andrei Voznesensky

Translated by Anselm Hollo

Performance

I laugh every time I watch this. Locally made (Notice Stumptown Coffee on Belmont and laps on Mount Tabor.)

Solsbury Hill

Now that I think of it, this is a great cycling song.

Thanks Cecilanne for the link.

Ode: The Capris

by Mark Halliday

from Tasker Street

How do I feel about "There's a Moon Out Tonight" 

by the Capris?

I thought you'd never ask

Marcia Koomen lived across Cherry Lane

getting tall, taller than me in fifth grade

and smiling behind her glasses, she knew something.

The summer nights in Raleigh were thick

with something bright in the dark; you could ride

bikes under the moon and in and out of

lampshine at the corner of Wade and Dogwood,

not caring about touching a girl, or, later,

not caring much still but happy to be a boy

who could some day "have" a girl, and be conscious of

a shivering beauty caught in the word girl

There's a girl at my side 

that I adore

-the Capris knew something all together

and it called for this new verb, to adore;

something out there ahead of my bicycle in the dark;

I cared a loy about Paladin on "Have Gun - Will Travel"

but did I adore him? Scotty Koomen, years older,

got sort of pae and brittle when he went to visit

a certain girl in his class, he seemed to have trouble

breathing...

There's a glow in my heart

I never felt before

- not exactly in my heart yet but it was

what would be there if I rode just maybe deeper down

Dogwood Lane in the busy dark.

Across Dogwood lived Ann Dailey

who had freckles and an awesome kind of largeness,

not fat but big and this made my eyes feel hot and burny;

she moved slowly doing chores in her yard,

her long tanning thighs seemed sarcastic

as if she knew soon her freckled beauty must positively

carry her somehow out, out and away...And

Shelby Wilson one night kissed her on the lips.

I saw it happen - on the sofa in the basement - 

her folks weren't home. Right on the lips!

Amazing lips are in your future, boy. That's

what the Capris were telling me; the North Carolinia moon

is natural and it can find you anywhere;

you have t let the moon paint you and your bike

and the picture of Elvis in your pocket

and it shines down on Marcia's hair

and on the thought of the green eyes of Ann Dailey.

Ride and wait, wait and watch;

you laugh, you shiver in the summer - cool - dark.

You speak of the Yankees and the Pirates but

cut a side glance at Marcia's tall shape

but when she says anything serious exasperate her

yelling Little Richard's wop bop alu bop

but this dodging, dodging will end -

somewhere - 

the Capris being on Marcia's side.

Baby, I never felt this way before

I guess it's because there's a moon out tonight

and once that shining starts

no amount of irony will ever quite ride the Capris out of town.

I picture a deep pool with yellow flowers drifting

on the surface. The song pours up

out of that pool.

Click here to listen to the Capris sing "There's a Moon Out Tonight."

Shawn Granton

Shawn Granton is a local Portland artist whose work has appeared in Momentum magazine, as well as being featured on posters for Filmed by Bike, Pedalpalooza, many Shift activities, and lots of other bike stuff. See more of his artwork here.