This weekend is the last weekend of Open Studios. Eric and I decided to
visit the Hunters Point Shipyards, a cluster of old buildings on the
Bay in Hunter's Point that are now hundreds of artists' studios. We
started out around noon in the first building, popping into each
studio, chatting with the artists, seeing some great work (and some
not-so-great of course). Usually the artist had laid out snacks so I
was loving that part: first a miniature scone, then a cracker with
cheese, perhaps a homemade cookie. Eric saw a beautiful red and orange
mosaic of a man's face in tiny pieces of glass and marble that was
stunning, a tad rich at $900 though. We bumped into Mark and Robin from work (such art lovers; they were the first to arrive at our open studios a few weeks ago). Mark was raving about an encaustic painting he had seen, which he later bought, and Robin was looking sassy and weekend-y.
After another couple of buildings, we ended up at the largest one: Building 101. Endless corridors, two floors of studios, a warren of art. It was overwhelming; after half the first floor we hit a wall and got museum fatigue. Plus the crowd had grown since noon (it was now about 2:00) to street-fair proportions. I hate street fairs. The stand out in that building, and indeed the whole show, was an artist called Miguel Torres. He had a large clean studio, with beautiful arrangements of natural objects - leaves, berries, roots, pinned to the walls or cascading from the ceiling. He said by Monday they would be gone; the leaves would no longer be that vibrant red, the berries would be shriveled. Such an lot of work for just a couple a days of beauty. Nothing was for sale, which made his art seem purer in a way than the others. I asked if I could take photos, so here's a peek.