With 26 artists showing their stuff, you never know what to expect, but a few things really stood out for me, among them the gorgeous intaglios of Isabelle Proust. Nicely erotic content and a very painterly approach to the medium put the whole "come up and see my etchings" routine into an actually believable light.
I always think my pal Lou Rosenberger's paintings are kind of subversive in their use of what seem to be orthodox abstraction. His twists on process painting I find pretty wry and caught myself staring for a long time into the layers of his small, bold entry. Of course, there's the usual fair share of representational landscape painters (cough) in this thing, so standing out in the crowd can be a hard thing to do. Still, no matter how jaded you are with this kind of thing, you can't help but dig Rik Olson's beautiful and/or goofy woodcuts and paintings.
Afterwards, it was off to an opening at Quicksilver Mine Company for a show of mostly sculpture by thirteen of their artists, and to meet, though our pal Maureen Lomasney (of Funeria), two lovely people in the form of Adela Akers and, you'll have to forgive me, but I forgot the name of a woman who is a filmmaker and lives half the year in an 800-year-old house in the South of France. The rest of her time is spent in the West of Sonoma.
Finally, we ended the evening with supper at Peter Lowell's and after a Macro Bowl, and a piece of fresh cheesecake topped with poached pears, I remembered again why this place makes you really, really, really wanna eat your vegetables.
And there you have my weekend o' art.
But don't forget, Thursday, February 5th from 6 to 8 I'll be greeting the multitudes at the opening of "Weather Report" at the Petaluma Arts Center.
See also: Glassy Baby! God these things are beautiful.
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