I wrote about a photo shoot that happened at Ocean Beach for a group art show I am curating, “WATER Currents in Contemporary Art”, opening May/2014. I mentioned the corporate women’s run, but did not mention what I consider to be the most important thing going on at Ocean Beach in San Francisco’s (same place as my photo shoot), Outer Richmond District is a planned massive gathering “Fukushima is Here”, tomorrow, Saturday 19, October 2013, same as the run.
BART is not running, “rightfully I believe”, so plan to take the bus or MUNI out to Ocean Beach, parking will be non existent.
I am imagining the mine blowing realization that the corporate workers will have when they realize Fukushima is Here! What will the middle higher ups think? and the the higher higher ups? and their bosses? Who will get blamed?
Many folks who have not thought of radiation all year will have had an unplanned for education. “Fukushima is Here”!
For more information go to http://www.Fukushimaishere.org
Local San Francisco artist Fernando Marti’s pen and ink drawings and others from his sketch book (prints, some framed) opened at the bustling Cafe La Boheme, 23rd, May 2013, in San Francisco. I particularly like his rendition of the American Mexican wall, he has printed or etched more than one. This wall that separates humans from humans and bugs from bugs is always on my mind; I like seeing it on other artists minds.
At this intimate gathering, in the largish cafe where not all were there to see Fernando Marti’s work were some of his close human friends, their kids, his lovely wife and their four year old son. I was surprised and pleased to see that people I call ‘neighbors’, were the same people that Fernando calls ‘friends’. Labeling people has been on my mind lately.
Go see and buy the reasonably priced art of Fernando Marti’s, sit and have a glass of wine at Cafe La Boheme 3318 24th Street (just across from BART), and check out the hood in San Francisco’s Mission District.
I have recently been thinking about class ism. Class is a group or groups one might belong or might not belong. Sometimes class ism can be as simple as naming a class ‘cool’ and another class ‘lame’. This labeling is happening in all types of groups, often without thought. A young student of mine once said, “religion is the great separator.” Class ism seems similar to me in that it separates you from folks poorer or richer, folks less, better or differently educated than oneself, it separates you from the Earth. We as humans can experience both the positive and negative sides of class ism. Class ism can strike at any age and often strikes negatively the weak in our groups.
If one wants to believe men are equal to women, that we as individuals are not any better than anyone else, that Earth and all of Earth’s living inhabitants, dirt, trees, animals are equal or of the ‘same’ value, one must explore class ism in ones own life.
Is class ism simply the great separator, destroying the Earth’s air, the Earth’s water, soil, food and the human social web we need?
These are some of the interesting flowers that have never bloomed and others that have bloomed twice this year in my backyard. The weather is changing, I can see it in my San Francisco, Mission District back yard.
In 2011 I planted organic squash seeds and pea plants for the neighborhood in the front yard garden. I am revisiting this effort because one of the neighbors saw the lovely red leaf mustard, self seeded and left a note saying, “Great red leaf mustard plant, you guys are great,” this is one of the many reasons I plant food on the street.
The squash seeds I planted did not come up, but the organic compost I spread on the bed offered up young sprouts that look like young squash or melon. I have always loved self seeded plants, as they are strong and perfect for the soil from where they sprout; the seeds themselves know best where to grow.