My painting does not come from the easel. I prefer to tack the unstretched canvas to the hard wall or the floor. I need the resistance of a hard surface. On the floor I am more at ease. I feel nearer, more part of the painting, since this way I can walk around it, work from the four sides and literally be in the painting.
I continue to get further away from the usual painter's tools such as easel, palette, brushes, etc. I prefer sticks, trowels, knives and dripping fluid paint or a heavy impasto with sand, broken glass or other foreign matter added.
When I am in my painting, I'm not aware of what I'm doing. It is only after a sort of 'get acquainted' period that I see what I have been about. I have no fear of making changes, destroying the image, etc., because the painting has a life of its own. I try to let it come through. It is only when I lose contact with the painting that the result is a mess. Otherwise there is pure harmony, an easy give and take, and the painting comes out well.
We’re inspired by the turning of pedals. The air, the smells, the speed and the motion. Our apparel has always been built with this in mind - the process of finding oneself through the ride.
The team-only white Radiator Mesh jerseys seen on our ambassadors at last weekend’s Dirty Kanza, Whiteface 100K and Lost & Found were like a blank canvas - pure white, clean and fresh - devoid of any character or experience. By the end of the day, every one of them had taken on a new shape, a new story. The process - the adventure of the day depicted in mud, sweat, grit and probably some tears, shown through.
We celebrate not only the great successes of the weekend, with Ted King and Josh Berry taking 1-2 at the 206 mile Dirty Kanza, and our own Olivia Dillon winning at Lost & Found, we also raise a glass to everyone out on the road (or trail) making their own stories.
Below are the jerseys worn that weekend, post ride and depicting the day's experiences - the exploration and process - the highs and lows that come together to form something unique. It's with this experience that we are compelled to create and the stories that unfold are why we ride.
After being solo for 30 or so miles, the cavalry finally arrived at about mile 135. The remainder of the day I had two sidekicks to keep me company as we plowed together through to the finish.
- Matthew Curbeau, Dirty Kanza
I'd been having some problems with my blood sugar, and then my bike, that had caused me to dangle on the back of the group around 100k in. On the longest climb of the day, I could feel myself getting more and more dehydrated and I began to think "i'm in trouble here, I just need to focus on turning the pedals over and breathing deeply”. At the end I kept throwing up and Olivia sat me down and got me some soda to sort out my blood sugar. I made me realize how lucky I am to have teammates who I can rely on. She won her race, but she was still taking time to help me out.
- James Stout, Lost & Found
Ripping out of the second feed zone, there were only five of us whittled down from the initial two thousand. Josh put in a ferocious attack and looked fresh as can be. We’re about 5 hours into the race, half way finish, and he looked like he’s pedaling the opening pedal strokes of the race. I felt strong too, so I knew we were going to have some fun over the next few hours making the other guys hurt.
- Ted King, Dirty Kanza
I had gone through the second feed zone and watched the competition go past as my Camelbak was no where to be found. I said some bad words in front of my crew and quickly jetted out of there. I attacked not too long later, somewhat ignoring my impending water shortage. Ted and I were pushing hard and I grabbed the last sip, darkness set in for only a second. I just kept picturing people appearing with water, stayed positive, and then it happened. It was just enough water to get me through.
- Josh Berry, Dirty Kanza
With four more flats and a lot of hard work keeping those negative thoughts at bay, one would assume I hit my darkest point at mile 105. But that is where the realization happened that I’m no longer “racing”. I let go and was free to just enjoy myself, the event, the staff, and my fellow competitors’ company. I spent the last 104 (yes 104) miles smiling as much as possible, keeping the mood light, and stopping for anyone who asked for assistance. Even a train parked on the course and additional 3.5 mile re-route didn’t dampen my attitude. It only added to an incredible Dirty Kanza 200 experience.
- Chris Ganter, Dirty Kanza
It was early in the race and the group was still largely together. We were going up a roller on one of the double track sections and to the right of our pack was a pack of horses who all ran together with us up the hill. The landscape was stunning and the pack vibe was beautiful, that image is burned into my mind in the most lovely way.
- Anna Grace Christiansen, Dirty Kanza
There was more darkness before the light but soon enough and with little time to spare I was crossing the finish line in 1st and that for sure was a fabulous feeling and a huge relief. These races are always an adventure; the camaraderie is infectious and everyone has a story to tell. As I intersected the shorter courses, I really did my best to lift my hand to everyone I passed as words were not available in the thin air and my depleted state, because being out there is what matters and winning was just a really nice bonus.
- Olivia Dillon, Lost & Found
Despite a challenging day and things not going my way, my mood was brightened by my friend’s win and success. When I heard Olivia won, I thought “YES, I knew she would! I could feel it”.
- Sara Headley, Lost & Found
My race was over, but I was inspired to still pedal hard and prove to myself that the first 90 minutes of racing wasn't a fluke. I rode the next 2.5 hours flat out and managed a time that a few years ago would have had me over the moon. The sense of camaraderie on this team made giving Kevin my wheel an easy decision. I wanted to see him and others do well just as much as I wanted to do well. Looking at the result sheet doesn't tell the story of the day and that's okay.
- Michael Morse, Whiteface 100K
I was running down the trail miles from an aid station and my teammate offered his wheel, with no hope of victory, just so I could try. Admiration for the generosity, inspired by his hope. The beauty of a solo pursuit, full gas.
- Kevin Bouchard-Hall, Whiteface 100K