[Feb - Mar 2022]

Embracing Oregon

Paintings by Rae Brown

From the Artist:

“I would love for people to get into my paintings and feel where they want to go in the story I am telling. See into it to make it their place of calm, exploring all the different adventures you can dream of walking through the maze of these tales to feel excited.

I don’t write but just like a writer I get in a painting and don’t want to end the story because I’m enjoying telling it.

I like to put people in my paintings because it brings more life into my paintings.

When there is someone or something depicted in a painting you can immerse yourself into the adventure I’ve created to share with you.

I also use my art to provide Political commentary. For example, Minimum Wage and Lemon Aide are reflections of the time we live in. It’s my way of exposing all of the greed that’s fueling these violent times.

This type of painting is hard, mostly because thinking about all of the turmoil in the world is not much fun. I feel that the story should be told.

It’s hard to express my heart’s feeling but I try to put a lot of the story in the faces in hopes that it will give you some understanding of what I’m feeling.”

Artist Bio

I love painting from memories of places I’ve visited and putting my twist on it.

When I was nine years old my family moved from Texas to Oregon. I fell in love with all the beautiful trees and plants different from those in Texas.

I remember being here for Christmas and seeing snow followed by a few months later almost every yard burst out with cherry tree blossoms. They were beautiful and turned into such sweet delight. I fell in love all over again. 

Thinking back that might have been when I wanted to capture everything I saw by painting it. 

I have always loved painting as a child. I asked for oil paints and canvas for Christmas, but my mom bought me a paint by numbers. I did the number painting and gave it to my mom after I finished it as a gift for her birthday. I never asked my mom for art supplies again, tried to put it out of my mind.

Later in life, my job came to an end when I was caught up in a company downsizing after 17 years. I went to visit my Mom at which time she lived in the coastal range. As Mother cooked dinner, I was unconsciously thinking of my next move; I was doodling on her mail. My Mom noticed the doodling I had put on the back of her mail, and she asked where did this come from.  

I said, “it’s your mail I brought in for you.” After seeing what I had done to her envelope, I apologized.

She just smiled and said, “that’s okay.”

I had a birthday coming up in a few months. Mom and my brother bought me oil paints, a sketch tablet, watercolors, acrylics, and a few different size canvases. I wanted to start slow and test the water to see if anyone else could see anything in my work so I painted greeting cards. 

Once I got another job, I started doing romantic cards for ladies who had husbands and boyfriends who had moved away for work or were in the military. Then I was asked instead of doing a card if I could duplicate one of card scenes into larger painting. I did, she framed it and put on a wall in her home. She had a dinner party were my art piece became the topic of their conversations.

From that conversation, I was invited to show my art in the Pearl District at Cargo Gallery. After that I started asking to show my painting to different Galleries in the Alberta area and the Pearl District and did a fair number of shows.

My job came to an end because the company was bought out, and my art still wasn’t at a point where it could support me. I was back on the road for another job to pay the bills and not much time to enjoy the luxury of painting. This time with my downtime, I applied for volunteer work at the Portland Art Museum and was able to volunteer there one day a week which was delightful. The Museum offered me access on days I wasn’t working and even allowed a guest some days and family and friend days. I felt proud to be on the staff of the Art Museum even as a volunteer. Getting to see and be around the Masters’ works. I did that until I found another job.

This time I decided to find a little time to paint even small things for my own pleasure.

Now that I am retired I work toward spending three or four days with a brush in my hand. Depending on the day I will be painting or preparing canvas for three to six hours. I am self-taught and I love painting so much that sometimes I work into the wee hours of the morning.