Adam Friedman

Art & Design


Adam Friedman and I talk about his recent move from Oakland to Portland as he refills the ice tray and returns it to his freezer. We’re in the the kitchen of his NE Portland house. I can see down the dark hallway and into a brightly lit room with bright colors on the walls. Lately he spends every day in his studio painting while also looking for a job as a non-profit arts organizer.

“Out of all the artists I went to school with I am one of the few who still paint. Most of them are now in graphic design.”

In his studio, Adam shows a stack of books in the closet. “As I read I fold the pages over when I find a line that inspires me. Usually it’s a particularly interesting way the author describes something.” He flips through a book with twenty or thirty folds. Then he shows me the journal in which he rewrites the most striking quotes and sketches out more developed ideas.


On the wall across from us, rainbow-like half circles sweep across the corners of the largest painting. To create this recurring element, Adam dries a layer of clear acrylic gel medium on a glass plate, paints the gradient half-circle onto the medium, and then performs a transfer onto the canvas.


Adam’s work opens next in Oakland this January at studio FM, and in the meantime he is increasing his involvement in Portland.

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