I originally discovered the work of artist Laurel Roth a few years ago when researching for my crochet blog because she has a set of crochet pigeon suits that are adorable. Roth recently did a local fellowship at DeYoung museum (where so many of my favorite artists spend time!) so I wanted to check out what she’s been creating. That’s how I discovered her pretty bejeweled upcycled peacock art, although she actually created it in 2011.
The artist describes this collection:
The summer is flying by. It’s just a few weeks until I go to my intensive week-long retreat to kick off my second year of grad school. Hard to believe! We’re taking a Gestalt class first so I’m reading up:
It’s time for another roundup of photos I’ve taken and enjoyed but haven’t had a place to share yet.
Soda Shoppe on Haight St. Abandoned art outside someone’s apartment
The Santa Cruz boardwalk always feels so much like “summer” to me. It’s on a beach where people actually go in the water. It’s the kind of tourist attraction that you go to when you’re not from California and you want to see California. I don’t go often but when I go I like to play there.
Inside the mini golf
I previously mentioned that I was excited to go see Patterns, a multi-media solo performance by Amy Munz. The performance has now opened and I went to see it a few days ago. I had mixed feelings about the performance but saw some things that I really liked and felt like I was sitting in the midst of a lot of potential that I’m excited about.
Patterns is an experimental solo performance in two parts in which Amy plays a variety of different characters. She has very few props so it’s all about what she can do on the stage. Except, however, that her stage performance is supplemented by three screens (front, left and center) which each play different images. Sometimes there is voiceover recording as well.
This story comes from the StoryCorps collection, where two people volunteer to interview each other. It’s one man talking to his brother about his experience as the oldest of eight siblings that were torn apart for many years because of their father’s prejudice against him for being gay. And how as each one left the home he made the effort to connect so that now they are all close. So touching.
Yesterday I mentioned that I’d been to the Cartoon Art Museum recently. I went to go see a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles art exhibit. It’s there because it’s the 30th anniversary of the Ninja Turtles. It was so weird to see childhood toys and drawings that were in my home now placed in a museum as vintage ephemera! I wasn’t interested in TNMT myself but my little brother and sister loved the movies (VHS tapes at the time) and had all of the action figures. To think that those are now museum-worthy is just so weird!