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Celebrating 20 Years with a show at CCAC's Logan Galleries
Stepping into the weathered two-tone green bus, my attention was immediately divided. The surroundings were both foreign and familiar; stickers in both Arabic and English abounded, with lived-in details like a rabbit-foot keychain hanging out of the ignition and jangly skeleton hanging on the dashboard. It was Ken Kesey's bus, made for the Middle East. Sunlight flitted through the slats, filtered through different colored shades as one went towards the back of the bus. Time was rendered meaningless by the shades, obscuring any attempt to gauge the light outside. Instead of seats, there were cabins with carefully pasted newspaper comics, enig More
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Dirty Work at Ego Park
As a venue whose mission statement is currently the Gettysburg Address (I had to take their word on it, as the website is under construction until late spring), Ego Park seems to be a different sort of arts space from the very get go. Even the name is different, described by founder Kevin Slagle, a creative writing student turned sculptor and painter, as a happy accident that stuck, it describes Slagle's somewhat ironic philosophical take on showing art. Specifically, that a gallery is a place for artists to take their egos for a walk - a dog-park for the ego. More
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The Multiplication of Bread
A tract of Afghani countryside is spread across the floor: sand and rocks, and scattered dwellings made from the same materials. Here and there, the sand is brushed away, and one can make out the elegant patterns of a large Afghani carpet. This rectangular entity has the visual impact of a palimpsest, a manuscript from which the original writing has been erased to fit another text: softly, the rug still asks to be read. More
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When the Bitter End Meets the Rainbow Swallow
We've all heard it a million times in the last year, so much that it has all but negated itself through repetition... it is a new era in the modern world. Reactions to this new era vary, as do opinions over whether there is anything very different in this new reality. The only thing that seems constant is the emotionality inherent in people's response to the perceived change in the world order. We need places to go to consider these emotions, to say them aloud and see and hear others say them aloud. And we need to be thankful when we find these places. More
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By Alison Gilbert
The cartoon-like funniness of Thunderbird Theatre Company's newest endeavor Rocket Girl is sure to leave a mark on all who see it. This energetic sci-fi parody brings us back to days when science fiction was just a little bit simpler. Robots were metal cylinders, superheroes were do-gooders, evil nemesis' plotted to take over the universe, and space gorillas were evil assistants chock full of Shakespearian melodrama. Wait. what was that again? More
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By Libby Kountzman
Our intentions were simple: spend the first Saturday of Open Studios witnessing all the local-born artwork as three hours permitted. My only stipulation was that my two art-seeking friends and I select studios spontaneously. No artist pre-screening, no studio background checks. Keeping in this theme, our first stop was an antique store situated a stone's throw from the California College of Arts and Crafts campus. More
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The Secret Life of Storage
Bags, the current exhibition from the folks at New Langton Arts, has brought Soma an experience somewhere between a puppet show and the wonderment of a child's first trip to the airport baggage claim - overwhelming, yet intriguing. Bursting with flights of fancy, Bags transforms Langton's gallery into a living, breathing creature full of component parts, referred to by James Bewley, the show's curator, as "bag-based life forms." More
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Substance of Choice at Galeria de la Raza
How do you take it? What's your pleasure? Pick your poison. I like coffee and cigarettes. Ask an artist and they may tell you they're partial to paint or plaster. We all fancy something, desire some substance that we just can't do without. Galeria de la Raza's current exhibition, Substance of Choice is an eighteen-artist meditation on this material world and the choices we all make in relation to it. These are choices that often render us or others helpless, either through addiction, or through enslavement to others' addictions, a Third World apart. More
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Robert Rauschenberg from the collection of Terry Van Brunt
When I broke up with my boyfriend he burnt, crushed, stomped or ran over everything I had ever made for him. Special delight was taken later in recounting to me how things I had toiled over making met their end. It is truly fortunate that the beauty and deitrous of Terry Van Brunt and Robert Rauschenberg's relationship survived the fireplace’s lure to be hung on a wall for the whole city to see. More
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By Nicole Nardozi
Our meeting at the 69a Gallery in the Mission was not the first time I met fashion designer Galya Rosenfeld. Only a few weeks before, I volunteered as a stylist for Galya's fashion show at 111 Minna Gallery. No, I was not spying. Just doing some research. Surprisingly, Galya was not upset with me when I blew my cover and requested an interview. The clothes and accessories from her fashion show were going to be displayed at 69a Gallery the following week, so we met there. As I looked around, I recognized some of the pieces from the show but most were ones I hadn't seen before. More
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