October 2010
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A definition of performance art →
The phrase/term “performance art” comes up a lot in my dialogue and writing. So I finally looked it up. I have a lot to learn.
“I worked for American Harper’s Bazaar … they fired me. I recommend that you all...”
– - Anna Wintour to the Teen Vogue Fashion University attendees
feels exceptionally blessed/on right path. Checking email after wkshp - 2 emails/2 minutes apart, 2 different artists/2 amazing visions.
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Things Blown Apart: Week 2
The first weekend continues to inspire on multiple planes. I am introduced to Bossa Nova, a new and tasty addition to the SoMA district while picking the brain of Scott Hawkins (no relation), a deeply dedicated strategy/fundraising consultant.
On Sunday, I am quietly affected by the deep sense of collaboration and trust I sense in Headmistress’ (Amara Tabor-Smith + Sherwood Chen) showing...
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Things Blown Apart: Day 3
Friday is extraordinary. One of my favorite musicians, Marshall Trammell, invites me along to check out a mid-day gig he has at the Tenderloin National Forest, a project of the Luggage Store Annex.
At the Annex, I make my re-acquaintance with Chris Evans (who I’d met a dance performance a year or two back) and her partner in life and art, Ernest Jolly. As much as I was there in support of...
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Things Blown Apart: Day 2
Thank goodness for planning. At 10am the next morning, I’m on my way to a collaborative panel discussion between San Francisco Bay Area Emerging Arts Professionals and the Foundation Center, entitled “Investing in Our People: How We Support our Arts and Culture Workers and Strengthen the Field.” Perfect timing. No time to cry over spilt milk.
The panel discussion is right on,...
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Things Blown Apart: Day 1
On Wednesday, October 13, 2010, I “lose” my job. My first reaction is to “find” another one. Instead, I go home, take a nap.
I wake up just in time to keep an appointment with an artist to discuss his upcoming projects. As we toss ideas back and forth while sitting in the lobby of Yerba Buena Center for the Arts, I recognize that familiar feeling »> the gentle,...
