Even in the heart of the city, there are intimate moments. What were they discussing that was if such import, such solemnity, that they pulled the chairs out of the main plaza and into the small passage way. The chairs so close together so that not a word will be missed; no meanings will not be lost or misconstrued.  How long did the conference last? Was it hours or just moments? Did they depart in opposite directions?  Is the world now somehow changed?

- Mitchell Freifeld


Oil painting on stretched canvas
Painting wraps around edges
Varnished and Ready to hang

Signed on front and back

25" h x 35" w x 1.75" d
4 lbs. 9 oz.



Mitchell Freifeld
Portland, Oregon

Getting to Know Mitchell

Mitchell Freifeld cannot remember a time when he did not draw and paint. He won his first juried show at age 10 and decided that someday, he'd be a 'real painter.' He settled in the San Francisco Bay Area in the early '70s and got involved in the burgeoning tech industry. From there, he moved to Portland upon accepting an information technology position. On the drive home after being laid off the day of the September 11 terrorist attacks, he realized life is short and decided to devote himself full-time to painting. His work focuses on architecture and cityscapes, and portrays everyday places that become lost to our curiosity through sheer familiarity.