I’m not sure how it’s been almost two months since I last shared a photograph. Okay, that’s not entirely true, I have a pretty good idea: I’ve been spending an awful lot of time outdoors since mid-fall when San Francisco became its beautifully crisp Indian Summer self. I enjoyed as many gorgeous sunsets as I could before Daylight Savings returned, hopped on my new bicycle to get some wind in my hair, started running and punching and kicking things before the sun made its daily appearance, volunteered with SFJazz and TEDxSF, and found myself dancing onstage for the first time in three years. If there were a petition for a 34-hour day, I’d be the first to sign.
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…to the “Art I.S. getting (t)here” Opening Reception
Saturday, June 18 at 8:00pm – 12:00am
Art I.S. Pop-up Gallery
1288 15th Ave
San Francisco, CA
ANNA MARIE PANLILIO
CRISTINA ISABEL RIVERA
TANYA MARIE VLACH
Featuring live music by David Molina and his band, Earthlike.
Themes of transportation, journey, process, destination, road less traveled; whatever transporting means to you.
Curators Tanya & Faern
Art I.S. getting (t)here will be on display at the Gallery at Everybody Bikes from June 18th to August 13th. On the night of June 18th we will also showcase site specific installations, as well as live musical performances.
This theme has arisen from ART I.S.’s new collaboration with Everybody Bikes (1352 Irving St @ 15th Av) and as a means to point out that there are no galleries in the Inner Sunset and Sunset District as a whole. We want to let folks in the city know we are here!
In collaboration with
A few of the many things I’m thankful for:
- being healthy
- huge trampoline parks in historic airplane hangars
Night 1 sleeping time: 3:30 am to 5:45 am
Night 2 sleeping time: 3:15 am to 5:45 am
Night 3 sleeping time: 2:45 am to 6:15 am
Mini time-lapse power snooze on Day 4: priceless.
Thank you, Eddie.
In other news, only 10 more weeks to go in my 52 Project and in 2010!
I flew out to the East Coast a week early for this so that I could visit my best friend Kitty, her husband Kevin, and their brood of four redheads under the age of seven. Even though it rained for most of my visit, we were able to get back out on the same trampoline where I took many happy pictures of their beautiful kids last year.
This week I revisited a self-portrait I took during my first photography class when I was an undergrad (back when I had all my good ideas). That shot involved a piece of glass perched precariously atop a tv stand, overalls, a self-timer, long hair, black and white film, tap shoes, terrified roommates looking on from the living room couch, and glass & me crashing to the floor. Many moons later, I have this shot involving: color, pajamas, jumping, short hair, and insurance.
I love to be on the water. Sailing, kayaking, canoeing, river rafting, and most recently standup paddleboarding are some of my favorite ways to spend the day. But as I’ve grown older, I’ve become much more susceptible to seasickness. Sitting on a sailboat that’s bobbing up and down in the ocean is no fun. My insides start to complain in a big way. Eating ginger candy and looking for the horizon help, but the only thing that really fixes it is forward motion with the wind blowing across my face.
And every now and then when I’m not on a boat and my insides are complaining in a big way, I ask, “Am I moving forward?” Am I where I want to be, doing what I want to be doing, sharing time with people who lift me up? And if not, why not? Moving forward can often be the hardest, scariest thing in the world to do because it requires both letting go and also a leap of faith. But that is when I know it’s precisely what I need to do.
Sadness crept its way into my life this past week. Over the years, I’ve learned how helpful it is to acknowledge it, accept it, and allow myself to feel it. And now I can add jumping over and over and over—like I did last night on an empty, breezy fishing pier—to that list.
If you ever want to meet a true Lakers fan, go find my dad. He’ll be the one with a Golden Retriever dressed up in a purple shirt at Monday’s Laker championship parade in LA.
I’ve been a Lakers fan since the ’80s when I would go to games at the Forum with Dad. But unlike him, I’ve never bought nor worn any Lakers paraphernalia. I’m not that type of fan. Things I also don’t like: bumper stickers and pretty much anything touting anything. That’s why I think it’s funny that I inadvertently set aside a purple top and yellow (or gold if you will) sweater on Wednesday night when I was packing up for last night’s flight, which coincided with Game 7, to NorCal after 10 days in SoCal.
Go Lakers! And Happy Father’s Day!
Is it just me or are the names of car colors pure silliness? Take my new Honda Fit, for example, which is called “Blackberry Pearl,” aka purple. My friend Sunshine, who is also a brand new Fit owner, recently posted the question on Facebook about whether she should get blackberry pearl or blue sensation. Amusingly, yet not surprisingly, a number of friends thought she was talking about a phone. If I were getting paid to come up with the names for car colors, I’d call this “Purple People Eater” or “Purpley Burpely.”
Here’s a breakdown of what your car color supposedly says about you:
Silver – Elegant, loves futuristic looks, cool
White – Fastidious
Vibrant Red – Sexy, speedy, high-energy and dynamic
Deep Blue-Red – Some of the same qualities as red, but far less obvious about it
Taupe / Light Brown – Timeless, basic and simple tastes
Black – Empowered, not easily manipulated, loves elegance, appreciates classics
Neutral Gray – Sober, corporate, practical, pragmatic
Dark Green – Traditional, trustworthy, well-balanced
Bright Yellow-Green – Trendy, whimsical, lively
Yellow Gold – Intelligent, warm, loves comfort and will pay for it
Sunshine Yellow – Sunny disposition, joyful and young at heart
Deep Brown – Down-to-earth, no-nonsense
Orange – Fun loving, talkative, fickle and trendy
Deep Purple – Creative, individualistic <-- I see truth in this!
You may wonder why this week’s image is no jumping-for-joy-I-bought-a-new-car shot. When I was planning this shot, I had envisioned myself jumping inside my new car, but the actual mechanics of that did not work out well. Yes, I tried! By the time I got to this shot, I was already 164 frames in, thus the sour (purple) grapes face.
Little known fact: in Europe the Honda Fit is called the Honda Jazz. Thanks, Friday Cyclotouriste, for that trivia and also for the test drive that won me over in my car buying decision.