MORE ART FROM THE DE YOUNG "OPEN 2023" (Cheri)

We are selling the house that we had planned to remodel into our "permanent" home, so Mark has been extra busy since we returned from San Francisco.

Plus he got the flu!  (Must've been all that airplane time.)  He'll be back to the blog, I promise.

And oh, we're selling the property because the dream I had for it was just too expensive to realize.  Moving on . . .

Here is more of the art that struck us as we viewed the 883 pieces at the de Young Museum's "Open" exhibit.  As I mentioned in the earlier post, you will notice numbers below each piece of artwork.  Almost all of the work was for sale.  You can enter the numbers in at this page to learn more about the artists and their motivations, the prices, and find their contact information.

The photograph at the top was a real sentimental favorite for me.  (Unfortunately, I couldn't get a picture that didn't reflect details from nearby artwork.)  My sister and I grew up north of Sacramento, in a small town surrounded by orchards and row crops.  My mother liked to take us to San Francisco, about two hours away.

The Milk Farm restaurant, located in Dixon, was kind of a dividing point, in my mind, between the agricultural north, and the San Francisco Bay Area.  Truthfully, at the time we began making trips, it was still quite a ways from the Milk Farm to the edge of the Bay Area.

Checking Wikipedia, I learned that the restaurant had been featured in an article in the Saturday Evening Post, and that its demise eventually came after a windstorm blew a hole in its roof.  Another, very detailed article, on Patch.com, compared it to the Nut Tree (Vacaville), Casa de Fruta (east of Gilroy), and Knott's Berry Farm (Buena Park), all in California.

This piece of art was an attention-getter:

I always like anything map-like, but the colors, and then the technique, drew me in:

How did the artist combine the colors, and crack the glass without shattering it?

I liked the above-and-below ground approach of this piece:

but it was the below-ground texture that kept me staring:

Here are couple of quilts that I enjoyed:

and finally, a photo collage that resembles some of the puzzles that were assembled in the lobby of our physical therapy clinic, with a detail below: