On the Street
Troop redeployment, football, religion...all wrapped up together at a practice field at Central Catholic High School. I've occasionally wondered why football attracts one type of crowd and basketball another. Does football celebrate suffering and being brought back down to earth, whereas basketball is more unapologetically a celebration of ascendancy and success?
Well, who knows, but there is something odd to me about these scarecrows in line together like stick figures at a Republican (or sadly, Democrat) Presidential debate. Maybe its another inspiration from a Don Delillo novel?
There was very little new work to be seen this time around. At the exhaustion (I'm using that term loosely) of a packed month of CAM, it seems most galleries down shifted to recharge for next month's photo spotlight.
Inside Bluestar, Michele Monseau still had her previous show up. Judith Cottrell took over the tiny side room next to where the wine is served.
I believe this is her discussing her work with a prospective customer/patron. This image washes out the nuances of the work.
At the UTSA Satellite Space, there was plenty of new stuff. Some of it interesting.
Wood contraptions. Bending wood takes skill I've been told.
In addition to the actual snake, the base itself is put together interestingly. The crossing lights overhead give an interesting set of shadows on the back wall.
I've even more impressed by the snake's shadow as it infiltrates this image. These trikes on one hand are sweet, as in innocent and lovable, but also seem spectral. Perhaps an homage to the kids from the ghost tracks...oh, wait that never actually happened here.
Some sort of mythical, arctic world where Superman's father, Marlon Brando, might live.
And then from afar, just a blue circle...
At Cactus Bra (I believe). The photos were from a family funeral the artist recently attended.
At Robot Gallery, a visiting photographer from LA (Korea Town) brought her hand tinted black and white photographs, many of them celebrating a "Route 66" sort of American nostalgia.
An Arizona rest stop?
The French Quarter?
I overhead a conversation outside the gallery with someone who used to work as a custom photographic printer, extolling the hand-crafted quality of the images. Apparently, no illicit digital sneaking around was to be found.
"Garbage dump, ohh garbage dump."
A Meso-American Illuminati...
And was this the old "Uptown Movie Theater?" It is a rather odd shape for a church, but as a place of worship...for cinema...perhaps...
Lawn Games of the Leisure Class
The Current threw a free party at Unit B Gallery: free Shiner Bock, hot dogs, popcorn, and raspas. Though the floodgates were opened wide, very few dillweeds showed up. Anyone who didn't have a good time doesn't know how to gave a good time.
Excellent music was spun by JJ Lopez, though Kimberly Aubuchon is seen her working the crowd, as she is oft to do.
Action shot of wiffle ball reminiscent of a a slo-mo scene from The Natural.
A crappy shot of the badminton tournament.
Kids had fun. To the right was the self-serve raspa machine.
And then the sun went down. The winning horseshoe team can be seen in the background recounting tales of glory.
Lavaca Community Garden Benefit
I got there a bit late. There was a pop punk band, and then a goofy viral video. And then this band that divided the crowd - Heather Leather.
Their set was a subconscious collection of the 99.5 KISS rock canon. Lots of Nirvana and Judas Priest. Evidently, they've been playing together since the 1980s.
Afterwards as Heather Leather was packing up their gear, young wizard Yo Yo Steve performed an encore performance outside the club.
No violins - just yo yo's. I think his mother (the other Yo Yo Ma?) was the bass player for Heather Leather. Yo Yo Steve kicked ass. There's not really any other way to explain it. He could be one of San Antonio's fastest rising stars.
And so goes another week on the streets of San Antonio. As always, to be continued...