art and bart

I was sad to miss Lucy Sparrow's Feltz Bagels art show in New York by less than 24 hours the last time I was out there, so upon hearing it would be shown at the Fog Design + Art Fair at Fort Mason this weekend, kitsch-appreciative me was all in. I still don't have a great workflow for getting pictures into Dreamwidth, so those will probably come later with an Instagram crosspost, but I loved walking around the exhibit and noticing different tiny details every time I looked. Bodega shelf contents that seemed random but you knew were because enough expats who'd moved to the city had begged their corner shop to stock Just This One Thing (hello Ro-Tel), bossy signs telling you what to do, a list of sandwiches you could order (all felt; if you wanted to make a custom one, you could pick your toppings and she would sew them up for you while you waited). I saw the portrait of a bottle of Fox's U-Bet (baseline ingredient for my favorite chocolate egg cream) and wanted to take it home, but it was not in my budget, alas. If it had been an actual 3D bottle, though, like a lot of other things on the shelves, I would have probably had a harder time walking away.

Walking around the rest of the show, I found myself drawn more to the sculptural, textural wall hangings and furniture pieces than anything else. One of these days, hyounpark and I will get around to finishing picking paint colors (I think we've tired of the default millennial grey on the 80% of walls we haven't painted yet, but still haven't decided what colors to replace it with in what rooms), and then hanging up the art we haven't had up since Massachusetts. But honestly, we need to bulk up our storage and shelving first before we can figure out what wall space we actually have to hang things up.

( memorable pieces )

After that, I was hungry, and not ready to face the long ride back home, so I stopped at Greens and sat in the covered parklet, rain going off and on. Had beet hummus on a fluffy pita (minty and lemony! must duplicate at home, we've got three beets that need using up), and then their coconut pandan parfait for dessert.

It takes awhile to get out to Fort Mason from the East Bay - BART into the city, then the "long" 30 bus winding through Chinatown, North Beach, and the Marina for another half hour. Still, watching tons of people walking around those neighborhoods on a Saturday morning was a nice counter to the doom loop of the mainstream media perpetually talking about the doom loop. Coming back, though, was another story - my bus back to BART got detoured because of the damned anti-abortionist march (why, why did I have to wade through so many women carrying those signs?). And then BART itself imploded; switch electricity problems at MacArthur (a key transfer station) meant everybody trying to use BART to get in or out of SF from Oakland and points north was hosed, myself (and one of my city councilors) included. Ended up getting home at close to 6 pm after leaving Fort Mason around 3 pm. Sigh. Still, I came home to hyounpark having procured fried chicken for dinner, which was an amusing and predictable balance in the universe to my having gotten a vegan lunch.