3-31-10

This marks the nine year anniversary of a dear friends death, far too young. Jeff Reed was a pioneer, an artist, a free-thinker, a ripper, a great cook and one of my best and most influential friends. He passed away tonight, nine years ago from complications of malignant melanoma. He was only 26 years old and, before struck by cancer, was in the prime of his life. I am thankful to have know him, to have traveled with him, and to have been heavily influenced by him. His memory and spirit is still alive in myself, and the friends I know who know and loved him, and definitely by his younger brother who continues to blaze his own path through life- as he sees it, and by his loving and very cool parents and family. You will not be forgotten Mr. Jeff Reed. Thanks for your rich legacy in a short amount of time.

New Developments to the Studio

I've moved a couple of times since i built my first studio in my old apartment. This newer incarnation has a home-crafted paper-drying rack; I was laying my paper on my bed and on tables until my inks had a chance to dry. I have also stepped into the realms of seriousness with an actual pressure washer to really clean out my screens. Its made a huge difference. I was using a nasty super-toxic solvent to clean out my screens and that was not only incredibly time-consuming it was noxious as hell- burning the precious few remaining brain cells I have. So here are a couple of new shots of the studio in the dining room. Thanks to Suzanne for letting me take the whole room up to make my stuff.

Manifest Destiny

I have an exhibition currently hanging at All City Coffee on 4th and Washington. The title for the show is "Manifest Destiny". It addresses the issue of Seattle's changing landscape. All prints are on 22x30 10-12 color silkscreens.

howe sound pillar shack

shipwreck motel

Online Portfolio for Randal Owen Hutchinson

I am a 33 year old artist from the Northwestern part of the United States. I use photography and photographs as well as a background in printmaking to meld images that commemorate memory, place and ideal or a blend in all things... I enjoy what I do and feel that a piece is most successfull when an artist can convey a sense of place, emotion, or urge by their work, and to be quite frank, " it's what I strive for most in my work"(to quote myself).

Witnessing a changing landscape in a severe manner here in Seattle and thinking of my past travels, I tend to focus on the notion of "sacred". What is "sacred"? To me, "sacred" means anything held close to heart; a place where strong memories are formed, a scent (perhaps of a loved one), a revelation- and frequently a place where these occur.. or an awareness of history or tradition.

In my experience many of these "sacred locations" are being demolised here in Seattle to make more room for a population that the city is not yet capable of accomodating. These momentos or landmarks of the present which span into yesteryear are bulldozed to create stale condiminiums. Their concrete floors and exposed ventiliation and crap know not the brick walls and claw foot bathtubs that were demolished to make room for their efficient, y2k compliant, clean and modern interiors. They know only the theory of minimizing overheads and maximizing profits. History will be replaced with Westward Expansion, "go west young man and get what is yours". Well this is about as far west as one can get while still being in the West. Here we will replace our historic landmarks so that landbarons can maximize their square footage. Come on over get it while the gettin's hot!!!!!!!!!!!!