Monthly Archives: May 2012

San Francisco Art Market-Contemporary Gallery Exhibition-May 18-20, 2012


I spent an entire day on Saturday meandering through an amazing exhibit at the SF Art MRKT…         (  I was in heaven.  There was such an abundance of both beautiful and fascinating art!  I was a bit overwhelmed to say the least.  There were about 50 different galleries from around the world…the bulk of the influence was from LA, SF, NYC, and London.  It was a veritable feast for the eyes consisting of contemporary art representing many different mediums as well as some amazingly bizarre and compelling installations.  I found the gallery representatives to be friendly and open.  This event lacked the usual pretentiousness I often see at other shows.  I found gallery owners to be open and excited to share and explain the artists that they were showcasing.  I just wish more of the artists were present and available to converse with the visitors.  

The highlight of my day was getting the opportunity to see an old friend of mine, Charles Hespe, owner of Hespe Gallery in San Francisco.  Check out his gallery at:  I had not seen Charles in over eight years so it was such a treat to be able to say hello and give him a hug.  I am looking forward to getting together with him in the very near future so that I may ‘pick his brain’ for a bit.  I could really use some guidance in regard to the business of an emerging artist as well as receive his constructive criticism on my recent work.  I can only dream about having some of my art in his gallery.  One day perhaps…an ambitious (if not lofty) goal to aspire to!  I am up for the challenge!

Charles represents some amazing artists and I love the aesthetic that the Hespe gallery embodies.  Please check out some of the artists that he represents.  Eric Zener is one of my favorites.  You can see Eric’s work on as well as on his website:  He is an unbelievable photorealist.  The piece (shown below) was hung at yesterday’s exhibition and was priced at $86,000.00.  A very, very talented artist indeed.

Another one of my favorites is Marianne Kolb, as seen below.  You can see some of her available work at or on her website at:  Marianne’s work is hauntingly beautiful to me.  She paints what isolation feels like.  She paints fear.  She paints desperation.  Her art is not for everyone….but it is for me.  I hope to one day own one of her pieces.  Her pictures do not highlight the beauty, depth, and complexity  they rightly deserve…justice that can only be dutifully served by viewing it in person.  There is life and light amidst the dark nature of her paintings when you view it ‘live’.

The rest of the photos I am posting were taken by me yesterday and highlight some of the pieces I found to be the most beautiful or intriguing.  I am sorry that I do not have all the artists names in which to give credit.  It was a bit of a crazy day and I did not bring a pen nor notebook with me with which to record the details of the works.  I am sorry I cannot give credit where credit is due.

I hope you enjoyed your weekend as well as enjoy perusing my photos of some amazing artists.  Have a peaceful evening…and be sure to watch the solar eclipse occurring in a bit…if you are in a part of the country that can see it that is:  an annular solar eclipse will take place on May 20, 2012 (May 21, 2012 for local time in Eastern Hemisphere), with a magnitude of 0.9439. A solar eclipse occurs when the Moon passes between Earth and the Sun, thereby totally or partially obscuring the image of the Sun for a viewer on Earth. An annular solar eclipse occurs when the Moon’s apparent diameter is smaller than the Sun, causing the Sun to look like an annulus (ring), blocking most of the Sun’s light. An annular eclipse appears as a partial eclipse over a region thousands of kilometres wide.. This is also known as Ring of Fire.  It will be the first central eclipse of the 21st century in the continental USA, and also the first annular eclipse there since the solar eclipse of May 10, 1994.  “For the May 20 solar eclipse, the moon will be at the furthest distance from Earth that it ever achieves — meaning that it will block the smallest possible portion of the sun, and leave the largest possible bright ring around the outside,” NASA said on its website.ImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImage

Cliff House, San Francisco, Ocean Beach


Today I was so excited to get together with a new friend, whom will remain nameless.  He drove us out to Ocean Beach and we had cocktails at the famous Cliff House…one of my favorite San Francisco haunts.  It was a glorious, sunny, windy, rough ocean water kind of afternoon.  So beautiful.  We had a wonderful conversation, ate dumplings, and drank cosmopolitans.  I am grateful for a lovely evening.  Here are two pictures of what look like are some wicked rip tides.ImageImage

The Brilliant Irony of Mark Rothko


MARK ROTHKO (1902-1970)

Art is an adventure into an unknown world, which can be explored only by those willing to take risks. (Mark Rothko)

This world of the imagination is fancy-free and violently opposed to common sense.               (Mark Rothko)

I don’t express myself in my paintings. I express my not-self. (Mark Rothko)

Mark Rothko’s suicidal death meant the end of an era in painting.

Mr. Rothko died in the year of my birth.

There will never be another like him.

The first time I saw one of his paintings at The Art Institute of Chicago I was, quite frankly, overwhelmed and moved to tears.  Mere words attempted to describe the life I saw and felt in his paintings only proved to be vastly inadequate.  There is nothing like seeing a Rothko original.  The sheer size is such that you almost want to fall into the canvas.  I think I almost did….fall.  I was weak in the knees.  I was never the same again.  Rothko inspired me to secretly want to become a painter…to BE a painter.  It was a few years before I found the courage to pick up a brush and dip it into oil.  I will forever be grateful to a man whose life was over before mine began.

His use of form and color are sublime.  His art taught me to translate to the canvas that which I am unable to articulate or express in words.  His work taught me how to appreciate and interpret art for art.  His paintings were not literal interpretations of the world we see with our eyes or photograph with our cameras.  His paintings were moods, and feelings, and deep, complex emotions. Mark Rothko spoke an unspoken language that resonates with my soul.  It is a language which I intuitively understand.  It is both a whisper and a storm.  It is life and death.

One of his paintings just sold for $86.9 million dollars at an art auction at Christie’s in New York.  It was simply titled:  “Orange, Red, Yellow.”  Even if Mr. Rothko were alive today…I don’t think he would have been impressed with the monetary value of this sale…not in the least.  This particular painting broke the all-time sales record for an abstract expressionist painter, ever.  The ironic thing is that Mr. Rothko didn’t consider himself an abstractionist.  I leave you with a final quote of his.  Interesting to me that in both life death, he was and is still sadly misunderstood…by most.  Perhaps that is partially why his life ended so purposefully and so abruptly on that cold winter day in February, 1970.  Image

I’m not an abstractionist… I’m not interested in relationships of colour or form or anything else. (Mark Rothko)

Lost in Translation…


I figured I could post my newest “work-in-progress” entitled:  “Lost in Translation on Dark Days”, before I retire for the evening.  I am not totally committed to that title; but, time shall tell.  I may re-title it:  “Water Water Everywhere But Not a Drop to Drink.”   I bid you all a goodnight.  May you sleep soundly.



Happy Mother’s Day to all of you mothers out in blog-land.  I hope this Sunday brought you joy and reflections.  Being a mother is THE most important job in the world.  I am blessed with three furry beasts that are my joy….even IF they are not human….they are to me.

I entitled this post “Seasons” because I seem to be in a “season” of my life.  What defines a season?  Without relying on Webster, I would say that a season represents change.  Seasons represent birth.  Seasons represent death.  Seasons allow us sacred moments with which to be reflective.  Reflective on what we are leaving behind and what we are about to embark upon.  Seasons can be bittersweet…but sweet nonetheless.

Today has been such a day for me.  I saw a flower open…one that was closed tightly yesterday evening.  I saw a curious 3 month old puppy.  I witnessed the joy of new life in the form of week-old Yorkshire Terrier puppies suckling their mother’s milk (I need to post a picture of these pups in all their glory).  I admired two of my most recent “works-in-progress”…aptly entitled “Seasons” (a loose variation of one of my previous paintings:  “Doorways”) and “Surreal Trees”.  You can view both paintings….but “Surreal Trees” is a literal interpretation of the change of seasons as I am sure you will agree.  

Today was a beautiful day.  Today was a sad day.  

I spoke with one of my clients who just received her two paintings that I completed, recently, for her.  She received the box yesterday….but she waited until today, Mother’s Day, to open them.  I was thrilled to learn that she LOVES the commissions.  She said, and I quote:  “They are perfect!”  What better compliment could an artist receive?  Rhetorical question of course…..laughing!

As the sun sets over the Pacific Ocean, I am pensive.  I am peaceful….for a moment.  I hope you are too.  If you are not, be patient, your time will come just as mine has.  

Blessings on a Sunday evening from San Francisco….

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