I left my art at the incredible Rayko Photo Center in San Francisco, in a show entitled ‘Faith’ in which I am just so honored and humbled to be a part of. I met the super cool and immensely talented Ann Jastrab, the gallery director, at Fotofest in Houston last spring, and have been looking forward to this show; counting the days ever since. It is a group show with other wonderful artists including Christopher Churchill, Dave Jordano, Eben Ostby, and Bill Vaccaro, it was fantastic meeting everyone and hearing about all of the photographs and artistic processes. The show dates are September 16 through November 5th, come by and visit Ann and say hello to my bromoils if you have the chance!
And so, jet-setting I went, from east cost to west, (with a few less than fabulous layovers and canceled flights, one night in an airport and two day old hot dogs) anxiously approaching that all-exciting, magical, fantastical dream come true. Everyone told me I would love San Francisco. Well, I did. I do. It smells a certain way, the espresso, fragrant, flavorful Chinatown, then the amazing high end restaurants at brunch, lunch, and dinner. The air feels cool and foggy and heavy and soft, and the city has its own little constant lullaby of the underground grinding of the cables and chains that make the cable cars tick. It’s a city you just want to embrace. There is life, color and vibrancy everywhere, and a great vintage rhythm with openness and youth. So I left some art, and some heart. What a great city.
I have posted some images of the gallery opening, and some San Francisco adventures. We enjoyed some wonderful food, from In and Out Burger to the Fog City Diner, Ghiardelli Chocolate and High Tea. We spent a day at Alcatraz, and it has inspired an entire new series of images, I’ll blog about it soon. I was blessed enough to have my parents come and see the opening, and then see the beautiful city with me. I was so proud to have them alongside me; It’s pretty wonderful to have family that believes in you so much.
We spent half a day at the amazing SFMOMA, which is worth a cross country trip all by itself. We embarked on many a cable car, and even a vintage street car, a crooked street called Lombard, and all sorts of other lovely things.
So goodbye for now, San Francisco. You’ll be seeing us again soon.