Kristin Grant–Dad’s an engineer. Mom’s a painter. You could say I was born at the crux of two pretty irreconcilable worlds – science and art are not initially recognized for their compatibility. As a kid, a divided household was undeniably handy – if I ever ran into a particularly nasty multiplication problem, I would holler for Dad. Likewise, if I was ever in a creative jam, Mom was always there to help me through it. This arrangement worked out splendidly for quite some time; however, after a while I grew curious. Could there possibly be an intersection point where these two pillars of my life – practicality and creativity – blended together in seamless balance? After some digging, I stumbled across my answer: industrial design.

Roz Sullivan-Lovett– It’s a dark and rainy evening in Northwest Portland’s warehouse and storage district, and in my car, the only person more anxious than me is my mother. As we park at the curb in front of a dingy, low-roofed warehouse and watch the lights came on, she insists on waiting until I call her to leave the premises, uncomfortable with the building, the neighborhood, and the dark. I finally step out into the cold, her warnings trailing behind me, and tug open the glass door out front. The room that greets me smells of sawdust and dirt; uncovered concrete floors and uninsulated walls are much in evidence outside the cluttered, dark offices to my right. Set pieces belonging to the Oregon ballet are piled to the ceiling all around the main space: dusty chandeliers, swan boats, and thrones. Standing around a table laden with brightly-colored snack packages are ten or so people; the majority of the cast of Noises Off, Third Rail Repertory Theater’s winter production.

Lily Massaro–Forest Park is a 5,172.14-acre park in Northwest Portland. Acquired by the city in 1947, it is the “largest, forested natural area within city limits in the United States” (“Forest Park”). The park is famous for its extensive hiking, biking, and equestrian trails and many recreation opportunities. When you walk through the park, a rumbling train shatters the silence of the forest and mixes with the staccato call of a Dark-Eyed Junco. On these spongy trails past fallen trees dripping with ivy and through the rolling, fern-covered terrain, you might find avid hikers, cross-country runners with their dogs, or some of the 112 bird or 62 mammal species that inhabit the densely-wooded park. You might also stumble upon a homeless encampment.