FANTASTIC! THE ART OF COMICS AND ILLUSION is running until October 17, 2002, at the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts at Mission and Third in San Francisco. On the first Tuesday of each month, appropriately known as Free Tuesday, the galleries at Yerba Buena and the SFMOMA are open free to the public. This month’s sponsor is Banana Republic. I’m thinking that this is all one elaborate trick to make us forget about the company’s supposed use of sweatshop labor in Southeast Asia, no?
Rae and I met in the lobby area at Yerba Buena at 3:15 pm. Earlier, she was hanging out with her friend Janet at Yes Yoko Ono exhibit at the SFMOMA. It was interesting to hear her retelling of how Yoko Ono first met John Lennon at the 1966 Indica Gallery show in London. Fortunately for the museum visitors, Ono’s screeching and screaming was not part of the exhibition.
This wasn’t the case, however, at the comic book gallery. One of the docents was talking extremely loudly to his tour group of predominantly young Asians. I guess he was speaking loudly since he WANTED TO MAKE SURE THEY UNDERSTOOD HIS ENGLISH. In all seriousness, he could have lowered his voice and still be heard by his group without disturbing everyone else in the space. I will give the guy credit for commenting on the pitiable financial state of comic book artists. Face it, unless you’re Todd McFarlane or Jim Lee, most comic book artists don’t make jack.
Rae and I took a liking to two of the pieces on display. The K Chronicles was a hilarious look at the “other” perspective on certain current political stories. Sister Cindy, the Tattooed Sunday School Teacher was nice from a visual and story perspective. After all these years of reading comics, I still find myself gravitating to works that are at first visually appealing. It doesn’t matter if the story is great or not, if the art’s not there, I’m not there!
In the evening, I met up with Supriya, who’s interning at a San Francisco non-profit before she returns to law school this fall. We went to dinner at Indian Clay Oven restaurant on Clement in the Richmond. It took us a bit of circling to find a parking space (and a whole lot of hating white rabbits), but we eventually did find a spot on Geary. The food was pretty good too, as we both had our fill of the tandoori chicken, chana masala, chicken do-piaza, nan, and samosas.
Afterwards, we went back to her place and looked through her photo album of our time in Paris, France. From freshman year to senior year in college, I took what amounted to about seven to eight rolls of film, with six of them coming from one quarter in France! It’s good that I’m documenting my journeys today, but how I wish I could have done so when I was in college!