Annotated Inventory of paint/mixed-media art
GRAVELLY BEACH ~ Painted Winter/Spring 2005
- #1 Snag on Beach 9×12 oil
- #2 Madrona 9×12 oil
- #3 Red Bark 9×12 oil & dirt
- #4 Sakura 9×12 oil
- #5 Iris 9×12 oil
- #5a Bluff 9×12 pastel
- #6 Bottles 9×12 water on canvas
- #7 Spring Tree 9×12 oil
- #8 Clam Dig 9×12 oil pastel on canvas
- #9 Night Spar 9×12 oil
- #10a&b Night Madrona 9×12 oil
- #11 Stillwater 11.5×18 charcoal
- #12 Pathway 16×20 acrylic
- #13 Driftwood 16×20 oil
- #14 Vase 16×20 oil
- #15 Orion 9×9 oil
- #16 Hannah’s Birthday oil
- #17 Bluff (dan) pastel on paper
EUROPA (Entire Coast) ~ Spring/Summer 2005
- Granada Teteria 12×8 watercolour
- Barcelona Alley By Night 12×16 acrylic
- The Other Direction 12×16 water/pastel
- Cove Near Almeria 12×16 acrylic
- Power Plant Past Cliffs 12×16 acrylic
- Fig de Fox Garden 12×16 acrylic
- Art Park Guell 12×16 acrylic
- House Pat ac Guell 12×16 acrylic on paper
- Picnic w/ Columba 12×16 acrylic on paper
- Santiago Beer 12×16 water on paper
- Galacian Cafe 12×16 pastel on paper
- French Farm by Train 12×16 water on paper
- Renegade Cyclist (A.dam) 12×16 pencil on paper
- Cheese, Bridges, Bikes (A.dam) 12×16 pencil on paper
- Tour Eiffel Picnic 12×16 charcoal on canvas
- From Arch de Triumph 12×16 charcoal on canvas
- Sleeping on Train 12×16 pencil on paper
- Salema Fishing Boats 12×16 pencil on canvas
- Brussels Bar 12×16 pencil on paper
- Amsterdam Front Door 12×16 pencil on paper
- Bells for el Papi 12×16 pencil on canvas
- Telescoping to the Tower 12×16 pencil on canvas
- Amsterdam Tangles 12×16 pencil on paper
- Beers in Grandness 12×16 pencil on paper
- Window, Beer, Spice (?) 12×16 pencil on paper
EUROPE (STUMBLE) ~ Summer/Fall 1993
- Rhodt Tent to Church 8×10 watercolour pencil
- Weingut 8×10 watercolour pencil
- Church Field 8×10 watercolour pencil
- Ludwig’s 8×10 watercolour pencil
- Kastanien 8×10 watercolour pencil
- Dave Face 8×10 mixed media
LOST JAPAN ~ Fall/Winter 1994
- Gonda Village Farm 8×10 watercolour pencil
- Graves Near Gonda 8×10 watercolour pencil
STATIC MONTAGE ~ Mixed Media Collages
- Belize ~ 2001
- Palau ~ Storyboard 1995
- Vancouver ~ 2013
- Amsterdam ~ 2002
- VW Bus ~ 2003
- Europa for Trev
- Europe from Trev
- Tracks on Tracks ~ 2012
- * Grateful Dead for Dan
CLAYOQUOT Dispatch ~ Oil/Acrylic from 2007 w/ Work in 2013
- Half Moon Bay, oil
- Sunset on Long Beach, acrylic
- Lighthouse & Islands, oil
Letters from Russia – 2004
- Camp Cabins
- Hot lunch en route
- Cannon at bordino
- Lake driftwood
- Sunset of Dreams
- Soot and despair
- Lake (lucid blue)
- Evelyn Backyard 9×12 oil 2011-2013
- Vancouver Postcard 16×20 acrylic 2011-2013
- Little Bay Postcards 9×12 oil 2011-2013
- Mr Chubby’s Irie Cove 16×20 acrylic 2011-2013
- Little Bay Big 9×12 oil 2011-2013
- Little Bay Little 16×20 acrylic 2011-2013
BACKDROPs ~ Logan Utah, circa 1990-1
- Satan Lives in Moab
- Flaming Pig
#Anarchy #Peace #Love #Reading #NewYear #2016 #2017 #WordsOfTheProphets
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Once upon a time in 1992, I hitchhiked around Germany (and other Western European countries) and met up with my dear pal Trevor in a magical, fairytale town near the Rhine River called Rhodt unter Reitburg.
To earn some deutsche marks, we would gather chestnuts in the woods, and sell them to the tourists who enjoyed eating Kastanien, boiled, while drinking the excellent local wine. While passing time at our “stand,” I painted the local environs.
Now, with the wonders of the Internet, I can find photos of the scenes I only remember has faded watercolour pencil sketches. In this case, one of “crazy” King Ludwig’s summer villa/castle of some kind… Resplendent with ancient grape vines in the foreground.
For the fallen, the resisters, the hurt and even the vanquished. #RemembranceDay #Poppy #NoMoreWar
My pal and long time collaborator at Hootsuite, Chris Trottier and his new crew at “boldkick” – a new social architecture bureau, wrote this little tribute post about me following a talk at Victoria, BC, Canada’s Social Media Camp where i discussed how the “Internet has a Short Memory”. I am truly touched by he and Cindy’s kind words – i am very fond of them as well.
Excerpt pasted below for the record along with a link to the original post.
Raised on a diet of hockey, punk rock, and fanzines, Dave “Uncle Weed” Olson has been writing about his experiences for almost as long as the Internet existed.
A master storyteller, Dave Olson thrives in building communities. His work revolves around being an all-around creative. He is a writer, a podcaster, singer, a multi-hyphenate superstar. Looking at his own website, it’s both surprising and inspiring to see one person who has done so much.
It all leads to one thing, doesn’t it? Passion.
It’s been such an overused word, but it always rings true to the people who have it. Dave’s lifeblood is community, something that we at Boldkick strongly resonate with. Did we mention he’s from Vancouver, too?
As a traveller, Dave Olson has had a handful of experiences with different people with different backgrounds. In a quick interview at Toque and Canoe about his suitcase, Dave Olson shares about his souvenirs in his travels.
“I keep little ephemeral paper objects. Ticket stubs. Crappy postcards. I’ll take an empty scrap book and make it real time on the trip. Then you return home and BAM, the whole trip is documented and you can share it with your friends. I was on a train in the rain in Spain (ha ha) and had my scrap book with me and I ended up partying with all of these great folks. Great way to bridge those cultural gaps. I also like to bring back coins. Little things. I like tiny things.”
In Palau (an archipelago of islands in Micronesia), the artisans make remarkable relief-carved wooden boards – appropriately called “storyboards”.
This idea of creating a loose/non-linear narrative to visually accompany an oral story was the spark that ignites did my whole public speaking/story making style.
When I wander far, I rarely take a camera beyond a disposable unit but instead, chronicle my journey through assembling ephemeral artifacts which then become scrapbooks and/or storyboards of a kind.
In this example from Palau, you’ll see a mix of disposable camera snapshots printed on distressed hemp paper along with various tickets, shells, lighters, maps, newsclippings, stickers, stamps etc. plus… I wrote a brief narrative structure on Japanese rice paper envelopes, and then assembled the whole collection on green hemp canvas attached to a wooden cradle — then added paint, straw, bits of dead coral and so on.
I went there with little knowledge, no plans, and few expectations but managed to hop between islands on various intermittent ferries hauling drums of diesel, small plane, random boats and goodwill of others.
Caught in a tent in a rainstorm on Anguar, made a driftwood fire for fish, tromped to the top of bloody nose Ridge on Pelilu, saw tanks resting in the jungle and sealed up a escape tunnels, drinks at Jeff’s pirate cove in Koror… Met a friend and helped deliver mail to a live aboard dive boat then surfed a dangerous coral break, scuba dove solo at blue corner (saw sharks turtles and the very middle of the earth), free dove for a giant clams and cooked the giant clam meat on a little fire on a perfect tiny island.
Saw the Southern Cross, bought a handmade wooden spear gun, plus a hand fishing reel with thick line for trolling off a boat or casting from shore and traded dive masks for kayak rides and packets of zigzags for local herbs (which were exceptional) and used comically large shells as ashtrays.
The old folks on the islands spoke Japanese so I was able to hear stories of the occupation, traditions and life during wartime without filter of go-betweens. I am Magent the tens of thousands of lives lost in meeting last battles as I rumble down potholed airstrips made pre-World War II while the plane literally drops off the edge of a cliff before catching itself while waves crash below.
This was just before the bridge collapsed between the island with the small airport which connects to the capital “city.”
I went deep down their historical rabbit hole and learned of their tussles with foreign fishing fleets, nuclear submarines, handoffs between colonial powers > United Nations > and finally (re)independence, plus their pushback against encroaching tourist hotels and the deep respect for their natural environment.
The hundreds of islands look like heads of broccoli and the people have a remarkable combination of a sense of the outside world while maintaining their traditions and culture without giving into the shiny temptations of material trappings.
This is all. I planned to return for too many years now and, hesitated to tell anyone about this because I want to vanish here perhaps.
While visiting in Pe Ell, Dave sits before a warm fire with pipe and shows the new batch of handmade, Japanese-style, notebooks he made from reclaimed paper, discarded boardgames and various paper bits of ephemera.