Showing posts with label hurrah. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hurrah. Show all posts
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Wherein we take the art for a walk
Brian's participating in ArtSpan's open studios again this year. This time, he'll also be in the group show at the SomArts Gallery (on Brannan St., right by the Trader Joe's). He finished his piece for the group show last night; this morning we brought it over to SomArts. Here it is in his studio this morning, right before we headed out. The show opens October 5th.
This is the smallest piece Brian's made in a while. We were both a little excited about how portable it is (that's not a portal into some woolen vortex, by the way. Just my sweater).
Here we are, waiting for the train.
This is the only picture in which Brian doesn't have the 'Woman, why do you insist on taking my photo?' look on is face.
See?
Up the escalator
Through the station,
And finally we were there.
"Are you taking pictures of my butt?" Brian asked. Yes, sweetie. Yes I am.
Brian's studio will be open the third weekend in October (the 18 & 19), from 11 AM to 6 PM. He's at 2221 15th St., through the side door by the garage. Hope to see you all there.
Want more photos of art, and less of my nonsense? Check out my flickr page
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Oh dear. Now she's a hat blogger.
So, despite the steady and studious application of conditioner, my hat barely grew.

It might fit somebody's young'un, but it certainly won't fit my meganoggin.
But then, just as I was fixing to go out and buy some borax, Brian came home with an Easter present:

And all was right in the world.

It might fit somebody's young'un, but it certainly won't fit my meganoggin.
But then, just as I was fixing to go out and buy some borax, Brian came home with an Easter present:

And all was right in the world.
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