An amazing evening at the Asian Art Museum with the brilliant and beautiful Emily Wilson. Her blue eyes are a sea of inspiration.

I am again writing on my Palm in a effort to be able to blog without hauling my laptop around.

Two topics to cover:

Asian Museum with Emily Wilson.

Oscar Party with Kevin, Dodie and the workshop crew.

Asian with Emily.

A Thursday night adventure. An almost empty museum except for a cologne saturated tourist from some less scent sensitive region who we just couldn't seem to escape amidst the Buddha's and Chinese paintings. We only managed to escape him by dashing out around the stairs and by the Koret where there was some kind of Kabuki thing happening. Fleeing the attention to artifice and action required by that (I flashed back to the But I'd dragged R and a once special boy too ruining the Sunday afternoon mood and possibilities and Emily just couldn't) we slipped into the Drama and Desire show from the Edo period.

Fabulous and flat and so modern seeming. The drama better than the desire with the frightening exaggerated penis's penetrating the teeny tiny vaginas. I was completely with Emily in not wanting any of that. The opposite of sexy. The bits of horror with crazy dream demons and the detached head were nice though.

The scholar rocks (the original suggestion in my invitation) were weird reply for both of us with some variation. Other works by .... Zahr were at a gallery Emily has recently been at and I had seen a single huge example at the De Young outside the small modern gallery section. At the De Young I had found the concept and result intriguing. Here outside the gallery I felt the same for the pair there but inside I found the rocks next to the sculptures to be a degradation of the art, a lessening of the intensity of the aluminum imagining of nature. And the city of stainless steel kitchen equipment, some on how being a commentary on the Chinese workers and the golden mountain migrations was just too much assembly and too much concept at least at the moment. But the discussion and consideration it provoked for both of us was perhaps an indication that this would be an invasive work that might continue to suggest itself into our consciousness long after the viewing. I certainly agree with Emily that oddly but accurately that the glow of the pieces captured the glow of the city in certain lights. that the Oz like sparkle of it was an achievement, a capturing in this steel sculpture some of the etherealness of the city by the bay.==

Ah but Oscar--so much noise and such an intense shortened enacting of the entire workshop experience in all of tis good bad and ugly was a bit overwhelming. More to come....