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My life is all loose ends these days, juggling my various obligations and income streams while getting ready to travel starting tomorrow, when I fly to San Francisco for a week. I’ll be staying a hop, skip and a jump from my old Tenderloin apartment. (Below, left: me in that apartment c. 2003-2004. Right: me now.)
My stay will intentionally coincide with the Up Your Alley street fair, which I loved attending when I lived in SF and have gone to the last couple years, though because I was working at the Houston Chronicle at the time, I wore a mask each year just in case, which proved quite liberating and fodder for the photo-paintings I was beginning to do.
This year I’ve no such just-in-cases, and I’m dying to gather new images — and to create as much fodder as possible for them — so we’ll see what happens.
Other anticipated art encounters include Man Ray | Lee Miller: Partners in Surrealism at the California Palace of the Legion of Honor, Cindy Sherman at SFMOMA, and perhaps the de Young’s installation of the Gaultier retrospective I so loved.
Oh, and the gay Malcolm X has a show at a gallery down the street from my hotel.