Because of a strong attachment to my family and guacamole, I frequently return to San Francisco for a visit. Who could pass up the loving headlocks my brother has given me since birth, the promise of grandma buying my cousin matching sweaters, and the incessant inquiries from the rest of the family into my financial and romantic status. There's nothing like a jaunt across the country to quickly revert to childhood. And as odd as it sounds, a window seat on Jet Blue with DirectTV and promises of Doritos snack mix, or possibly a chocolate chip biscotti, is more meditative to me than any instructional relaxation technique could be.
So after being deposited at the Oakland Airport last Thursday night, I headed straight for the Fecal Face 125 Anniversary of the Internet art show (I don't know if you heard anything about it?). With more sensory overload of faces I haven't seen in years, the lovely ones that I have seen quite recently and introductions to new bloggers (yeah, I'm cheesy), my trigger finger froze up and I have not one picture to prove I was there. I do, however, have the memories; the Disneyland like lines for the bathroom and to get a drink, the wonderful art, and John's smiling face...
(disclaimer: this was taken from last visit to SF, I think John has since retired the pink sweatshirt) The next day, my head had recovered from the Fecal Face high school reunion, and I was able to embark on more art viewing at Yerba Buena for their Cosmic Wonder exhibition, featuring work by Doug Aitken, Jose Alvarez, Reed Anderson, Hanna Fushihara Aron and David Aron, Hisham Bharoocha, Mark Borthwick, Anna Sew Hoy, Sam Gordon, Yayoi Kusama, Terence Koh, Yukinori Maeda, Richard Misrach, Takeshi Murata, Paperrad, Mike Pare, Erik Parker, Ara Peterson and Jim Drain, Arik Roper, James Turrell, Banks Violette, and Debora Warner.
These photos were taken by: Ira Schrank
Mark Borthwick installation
Ara Peterson and Jim Drain kaleidoscope
After coming down from this show (slight tracers) I checked out the Zombie show at Space Gallery, an exhibition all about....zombies.
Big Ant and Joe
Joe had a piece in the show. You can't really tell but it's a paper cell phone.
Zenaida was there too. Then it was off to El Rio. In between the girl on girl propositions in the bathroom line, including a complete lesbian faux pas on my part, telling the charming man in front of me that the men's bathroom was open to his response of "that would be fine if I had a penis" (stupid, stupid Yasha), I bought a few rounds of drinks. When given the total, I made the bartender repeat the price several times...$8.50 for two drinks...glorious San Francisco. I can't even put a down payment on one drink for that amount in New York.
I think Aaron was also excited about the cheap drinks
El Rio bartenders
Unfortunately, I didn't get any pictures of a track bike, SF's hottest commodity since the lowered Honda, but I did get a few other highlights:
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