Friday, September 5, 2014

Crosswalks and Middle Fingers - An East Coast Experience

Hey east coasters, you've surprised me again. Around every corner of this coast, every nook and cranny are surprises. 

Maybe I'm just noticing everything because for me it's new new new! But I digress, people here are rude. Especially when I'm either driving or walking. And just yesterday I realized even east coasters think other east coasters are rude. 

It happened like this. 

While I waited at Firestone for an oil change, the lady mechanic noticed my Oregon license plate (I still haven't changed it). And the conversation started out like this...

Mechanic: "So are you from the west coast?"
Me: “Yeah, born and raised in southern Washington."
"My ex-boyfriend was from Oregon."
"Oh cool."
"Yeah, he always said people were so rude over here and it's true. People are crazy drivers.”
"Haha, you know, since I’ve moved here, the east coast reminds me of a milder version of India."
Laughing ensued from the other two mechanics, "Wow, never heard that one before."

Well readers, it's true. If you're an east coaster reading this and shaking your head in anger, think about this. When was the last time you stopped at a crosswalk for someone and actually waited for them to cross? Not the crosswalks that have the flashing lights that make you stop if someone presses the button. No. The ones that only have white stripes. Stopping at a crosswalk is a common and courteous occurrence in Oregon and Washington, Idaho and Nevada, (California is a different manner...), but not here. Oh, by the way, it’s illegal not to stop for pedestrians waiting at a crosswalk. Still, no one stops.



I remember the first time I tried to walk across the street at a marked crosswalk. I had been living in Connecticut for two weeks and I wanted to walk to the Stop and Shop down the street. 

I waited. 
     And waited.
          Oh, yeah, and I waited some more. 

I clearly wanted to cross, but no one stopped. When there was a break in the cars, I began walking, but I wasn't fast enough to cross before a car started coming my way. He began to slow down, but he didn't stop. As I continued walking, he started revving his engine and inched up closer and closer and I was afraid he was going to run me over. When I made it to the other side, he honked at me. 

HE HONKED AT ME!!! 

I wanted to smack him so hard. And I certainly called him some wonderful and colorful names. Don’t worry, he saw the backside of my middle finger, too. 

But that wasn't what tipped me over the edge... 

One weekend, I went on a walk with my husband and in-laws. Near the end of our street, the sidewalk ends and then you have to cross the street at a marked crosswalk. No cars stopped. I literally stood in the middle of the crosswalk frantically making a stopping motion with my hands. But no one cared, cars flew right past me on both sides. And I caught myself screaming, "I'm walkin' here. I'm walkin' here." And I couldn't believe how much I sounded like Dustin Hoffman at that moment...

All the while, my husband and in-laws waited on the corner hoping someone would stop. You see, my father-in-law went through brain surgery eight months ago and he walks with a slow limp. No one stopped for him even though it’s clear that he needs more time to walk across the street.


And the problems do not end at the crosswalk and though I have met wonderful people on this side of the US, all of the rude and thoughtless drivers here have ruined it for me. Well...seeing the orange and pink Dunkin’ Donuts signs around every corner can be a real downer sometimes, too…

But I must be strong and carry on! Because one day I'll be back in Portland, OR sipping my Burgerville strawberry milkshake and crossing the street without fear of spilling my precious oh so precious shake.

I made this extra-large for a reason.
Who wouldn't move to Oregon for that?


Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Artist's Portfolio Submission for FVRL Call for Artists

Below are five photographs of my 3D cardboard sculptures. These sculptures are made up of strips of cardboard that I cut with a box knife. I then tightly curl the strips and use a hot glue gun to arrange the strips into patterns and sculptures. I have provided names and descriptions for each piece. 



Loquacious
Made of six strips of cardboard. 
Dimensions L 15.5in X W 11.5in X D 2in


Proboscis
Made of four strips of cardboard.
Dimensions: L 17in X H 7.5in X D 1.5in 


Bloom
Made from six strips of cardboard.
Dimensions: L 11in X H 10in X D 1.5in


Unfurl
Made from six strips of cardboard.
Dimensions: L 13.5in X H 8.5in X D 11.5in


Butter-fly
Made from five strips of cardboard.
Dimensions: L 18in X H 5.5in X D 3in