i went to the oakland art murmer last night, which happens the first friday of every month. i had expected it to rain and so had worn my yellow rain boots when i left the house yesterday morning. i did not get a chance to come home before going across the bay, so ended up wearing them all night, and it never rained. they are cute though, and besides it was oakland, where no one really cares about that shit. it kinda made me want to move back over there. it's just way more comfortable and people are so much nicer. at any rate, it seems like the whole town shows up for this event. it was a total cute boy parade and most of them were pretty wasted because of all the free wine.
i saw some old friends. my friend irene who just bought mama buzz cafe and is also the hottest dyke on earth gave me several kisses on the cheek . eli came up to ever so obviously meet my other girl friends and said he was looking for a ride to a theater in castro valley where they were screening weird science at midnight. he said he might ride his bike but i seriously fucking doubt that happened.
so the art! my favorite was this person martin webb who had poured cement and then inlaid all kinds of metal and brass and chains and then i guess sandblasted or something? there was some oxidization going on there, and some common motifs were ninja looking figures, leafs, chains, and circles! i'm probably not describing it too accurately, but anyway it was the best thing there. the gallery was esteban sabar over off of telegraph and 23rd street. all of the galleries at that corner on telegraph were decent. amanda hughen had some nice wood carvings with geometric patterns etched or carved or whatever into them as well as more organic lines. the above draw-ring is one piece which was there called CONSUMPTIA. i grabbed it off her website.
fucking and then there were some incredibly disappointing galleries which upon entering my eyes glazed over and i wanted to vomit on myself. these were mainly on grand avenue. there was seriously a whole gallery filled with very crappy pencil drawings which had been mostly erased. i was like, is this for real? there was another craptastic installation next door of a mop head spread out on the floor with a blue rubber ball placed in the middle of it. i saw a piece of correagated cardbord simply cut with scissors into a few circles, the circles were glued on top of each other and doused in pink glitter and that shit was going for $900. um, maybe if you were retarded and had a family of other retarded people to support, and only if i were very rich that $900 was like a drop in the bucket, i would consider paying that asking price for something that obviously required a minimal amount of dexterity or thoughtfulness to create. and i am not usually about being down on other people's creative endeavors. was that mean? it was. i do feel mean. well, i just think it's unreasonable to charge so much for something that didn't cost more than a coupla bucks or take like an hour or two to throw together. i guess i don't understand...so is this insider art? or outsider art? is in an insider trying to be an outsider, or an outsider trying to look like an insider getting down to the outsider roots, or any other combination? well, whatever, because i hated it! fantastic.
i ate a slice of pizza across the street and went over to the burlesque/variety show at the stork club put on by the belles du jour and that was incredible. free cover, and it is happening after the art walk every month. my roommate alyce was there and also lisette, both taking tons of pics... i did not have my camera dammit! lisette had come with uni and her ukulele from the deyoung museum where she had performed earlier.
afterwards we were all hanging around outside and some drunkencute named connor came up to my friend jen and said 'heh', (rhymes with 'meh'), and they started talking and then he asked if i had "a thing for his thing" and i told him i had lots of things for his thing. since he was pretty much incoherent jen dismissed him despite his bicycle and his easy-fresh-faced-young-man-ness.
we all rode home in a CAR (!) because lisette drives one and we went to taco hell where uni insisted that the 7 layer burrito would be fabulous in a very satisfyingly bland way, so i ordered one and, well, she was wrong. that shit was gross. thanks uni! she's so goddamn adorable though, so who cares.
and once again i did not get to bed until like 3 am.
