Loree Harrell Art

THE REMEMBERING
The Art And The Story

He sat in her rocking chair on the cabin porch and he rocked. He looked out into the forest where they used to picnic under the old tree and he remembered. He remembered the weeks he spent before their emerald anniversary sneaking out to the shed to make this for her and the smiling light in her green eyes when he gave it to her. He remembered them dancing in the kitchen the morning after he came home from the war. He remembered the sweetness of first seeing her and the joy when she woke long enough to look into his eyes at the last. That smile she had for him.

He sat in her rocking chair and rocked for hours remembering her. Remembering all of them. Remembering all the smiles and tears.
All the loves remembered.

​LLH;06/23/24

Three days in the past week dedicated to *insert gasps from left field* Creation! Which, of course, means 3a bedtimes and 14 hour days. Because that's how me doing Creation goes. Bonus points for doing all the (slightly exhaustive not all that much fun) production stuff of edit and print and cut and punch and sign and bake and edge finish and glaze and glaze and glaze + 6 before the...

and THEN... I get to play.
Here's the first seven of the 32 tile pairs waiting for the play part of the show :).
L,L

p.s. By the time this posts at 12:12p Wednesday, they'll all be on the website. Because it's only midnight, so I have three hours to do get that done before Creation Day ends in sleep.

It appears the studio lies in some Camelotish anomolous twilight zone, as there is proof on my home screen that it's been raining in Troutdale for the past two hours.

Sing along with me..
*The rain may never fall till after sunset...*.

SKETCH

I go to the woods to believe there is still hope in this world.
I go to the woods to drink in birth and gravity and death,
to touch the beehum of silence,
to touch the chill heart of summer,
to see a dog fully contained,
wholly integrated,
to lift myself to more than
I am.

Found.

LLH; 060924

Mirrors 2443 and 2444 || View Of A Forest | View Of A Forest 2
Larch Mountain, Oregon

One fine June almost-summer evening, the Meeko and the Loree went for a long pleasant hike in The Forest. As they passed the half-mile creek on the way back feeling slightly weary and overtly at peace, they rounded a bend to find the last sun coming low through the trees and backlighting the day like a perfect song backlights a heart.
L,L

[These two pictures were taken from the same spot in consecutive moments. First zoomed in to focus in on the beautiful light on the sweet tree growing out of the nurse stump.]

Troutdale Art Center

Thoughts On A Cloudy Day

It is good to be out of the rush of the sun
To be calm
unhurried
quiet.
This day is the soft comfort
of two dogs on top of blankets
I lay under.
LLH

Enamel on clear glass head.
12"h x 7"w x 6-1/2"d

Troutdale Art Center

The Blue That Is Dreaming

There was a moment beyond the time of this day,
as the world was still and sweetly dark,
when she dreamed in blue with eyes wide open.
LH

Oil on Blue Glass Head
12"h x 7"w x 6-1/2"d

"Yeah In Fact I Did Think It Was Going To Be Something Else Altogether"

Beautiful sunny (still-winter!) days have put me in the mood for clean ink and tank tops.

Annnnd... you can now get to everything in a collection of art and design through the bio link! Just hit the Store tab, and you'll see the whole of everything on the website for that art instead of having to hunt. *Happy artist.*
L,L

https://linktr.ee/loree.harrell

Troutdale Art Center

So. All I need of my queen size bed is one foot on the right, and six feet (plus a couple inches) on the long. Anyone see that here?

I need to start taking the Required Medications about two hours before bed, because they always beat me in during the two minute detour.

And because the Old Dog gets whatever he wants, and because what Ebb wants is always the horizontal bottom of the bed, the Woman loses in perpetuity.

I'll tell you about the Rest Of The Day later...
L,L

Sketchbook 262 | There Might Be Something In My Nose

My sketchbook works never get titles at the point of their creation.
They don't even get a number.
They're throat-clearing "scribbles" (or, arguably, maps).

But, sometimes, when I'm going back through a found notebook, I'll turn a page and suddenly find one is all grown up and ready to go out in the world.

When I first re-found this one last year, it made me laugh, because the first glance title was, "There Might Be Something In My Nose". As I was editing it (which is not an intuitive process), my logic brain thought, "That's not a very dignified title. How about 'Something Just Right There'?".

Today I decided my logic brain is most of an idiot and has no business overriding the choice of the art. First glance title it is.
Loree
02/21/2024

The Dolphin_The Totems Series
Ink; 2003

The Totems Series is early work from my studio at the Springdale School. The pens are waiting, and this one is going to join DreamQuilt (from The Bears; lost in the hard drive fail); This Is What It Is (from The Work Of A Day); and Great Blue (from The Heron) in The Colorization Series soon. I'll keep you posted.

Good morning, good people.
L,L

The Dog's Truth
Loree Harrell

Reality got lost,
Somewhere in the fog of days,

and Truth became the Simplest Insanity.
LLH; 2005

One Sweet Night In The Ether
30 x 40 Woodstain and Ink

(The story has yet to be written.)
L,L

Last call for January's print drawing! Enter on website by midnight tonight for tomorrow's drawing for your choice of art signed, titled, and mounted ready to frame.
Good luck!
L,L

https://www.loreeharrell.com/giveaway

View In To The Maelstrom | View Out Of The Maelstrom
Original in Artist's Collection
8x10 Acrylic on glass - two-sided; 2001

The Maelstrom piece is early work out of my Studio At The Springdale School, when I was painting on anything I could find. Which included unneeded glass from frames, and a whole houseful of discarded windows. Glass is entirely gratifying because it is two transparent surfaces - two paintings each getting input from the other through the veil.

Most of my paintings on glass were lost in the move out of Corbett as I was too ill to get the studio packed up, and much of my early work went into a dumpster when the following tenant came in. Two good people heard through the grapevine that my work was on its way to the dump and made midnight forays to the School. I didn't know that.

A year later, a good woman came to my booth at a Corbett art show, and said she had two small boxes of my work in her trunk if I wanted them. She said, "I tried to pick the best ones, I hope I did okay.". This is one of the rescued.

You did more than okay. The gift of those pieces coming home to me is a treasure that will be always honored. Thank you.
​Loree

I am expressing gratitude every time I turn on a light switch and the light comes on. Every time forever.
L,L

Need cozy boots? (If you ever get out of the house again.)

Hi, guys! I started designing for a custom order Tuesday, and now have twenty new boots in three new styles. Cuz "oooh, sparkly!" is how I roll 🙃. The fur boots are the first up. Because we need all the cozy we can get right now.

These aren't on the website yet (and as much ice is in on the powerlines, and with the wind back, suspect they won't be today), but orders go in tomorrow (18th) and next Friday (25th), so message me or comment on the pic (details there) if you have interest in a pair... they're on newbie sale through next Friday!
L,L

Comfort Of The Smallest
"Gentle," she said, "hush, little one. I am yours and you are mine and that will never change.".

It is so hard to be little. To not understand the world yet, to not be able to tell the people who love you what you need, to be so small when you can see - you can see - that everyone else is so very big and knows everything you don’t and can do all the things you can’t and that they don’t need anyone else to know and do.

Some moments the whole thing just breaks you and you wail and scream and throw things and just want – so desperately want – everything to go away happen now come clear be safe calm down blow up be like it was (it was just a moment ago, where did it go) not what it is forever (because now is forever just as far as you can see) and all of that wanting – so desperately wanting – and not knowing and.

And then that person who loves you comes and wraps you all the way up, and rocks everything you are to them into you, and smooths the tears away and strokes your hair, and softly speaks good words and it will be all right and there there honey, and doesn’t stop until long after you are curled up in yourself quiet.

You are maybe a little asleep or maybe just quiet, but when you open your eyes, the only thing you can see in the world is love looking back in your eyes. And when love reaches out with a perfect smile and touches your nose, you laugh.

And then you are so very glad to be the smallest.

LLH; 08.16.2023

Oil-based Woodstain on textured matboard; 2008
https://www.loreeharrell.com/site_search?search=comfortart

Throughscape
Woodstain on leather | c. 2007

I found a cache of duplicate earring tiles from early 2020 this fall, and built some earrings. Those five pairs of earrings have been sitting on the side of my red studio desk waiting for documentation inserts and cards, and to take their place on the racks ever since. Since I woke up at 3a this morning, I've been building tags for the new ornaments, and inserts for those abandoned in the fray.

To do that, I use a picture of the original art. When I went to grab Throughscape, I realized that Throughscape is another lost in the 2022 hard drive fail with no prints to scan. Every time this happens, it makes my heart hurt.

I have the original. However, I had figured out within a month of their origin that, while oil-based woodstain and pyrography on leather is a nice idea with a lovely result, leather is going to do with oil what leather does with oil. It sucks it up in no time at all.

So these earrings are the only copy of the original Throughscape that exists.
I'm going to take the original leather to the studio, and I may just put it on the wall by my desk, where I can see it and ponder the impermanence of all things, and someday I may put some more woodstain on it to see what it becomes and take a picture... and then put it back on the wall and watch leather do what leather does.

L,L

We have added three Night Art! evenings to TAC's Holiday Arts Show. I'll be there for all of them. Hope to see you tonight - or next Thursday and Friday!

We have gift cards available for the first time ever, and they're 10% off during Night Art only. Seven different art styles and $25 | $50 | $100 | $500 | $1000 denominations. Great local gift for people you're not comfortable choosing art gifts for 🙂.
L,L

(We're still open 11a until at least 4p EVERY day but Christmas this December.)

Troutdale Art Center Wednesday through Sunday 11a - 4p