upcoming shows & events
Annual art auction benefiting Hospitality House's community arts program
Thursday May 31st, 6:00pm - 9:00pm
941 Geary Gallery, 941 Geary Street, San Francisco
about the event
Art For AIDS benefit auction
Art Auction Benefiting the UCSF Alliance Health Project
September 14th, 2012
Silent Auction & Reception: 5:30pm
Live Auction: 7:00pm
135 Fourth Street (City View in the Metreon), San Francisco
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may '12 ... aujourd'hui ... "comme l'aventure, comme le vent"
april '12 ... c'est moi chérie ... "perfume fades and life waits for no one. what is chance without a risk? an edge without a cliff? at least I've left a message behind. what is life without a fall; makes you feel alive. at the end of the day every one just wants to be loved, but we rarely say it. there are no words without a story. there are no stories without a tale. there are no messages without dreams."
march '12 ... you ... "always when you step outside, I never want you to go"
february '12 ... berlin ... "it feels like coming home"
january '12 ... fast...strange crazy good ... "if this is not what you are looking for then you should take the next train"
december '11 ... na, ja ... "wie bitte, was hast du gesagt?"
november '11 ... all the king's horses ... "and all the king's men, couldn't put the world back together again"
october '11 ... le petit rat est passé ... open studios
september '11 ... run ... "fast far home." a donation for Art for Aids Auction and Online Gallery
august '11 ... antwerp Belgium ... "i lost my heart in this city"
july '11 ... amuse ... "Love for Sale" art exhibition at Amuse Lambermontplaats 24 2000, Antwerp Belgium. July 24th - September 15th
june '11 ... resin ... have i mastered it - or has it mastered me
may '11 ... 6:25am ... i received the text message "T-moblile cut me off see u at school" and for a brief moment i thought I was late for school
april '11 ... studio ... "versteckt in der künst sind die träume "
march '11 ... notes ... "when i don't have a note book or piece of paper of any sort, i resort to texting myself notes that i want to remember for an art piece, book title or collection of words. i always hope not to forget and always do, so this had become my new method of recalling thoughts. i was going through my phone to collect those notes and i found a strange number. i had replaced my number 9 with a 6 and texted a stranger 'how fast is now the grass is even greener are you isabelle ?"
february '11 ... VIP ... "last night I had a dream that I had backstage passes"
january '11 ... christmas ... on christmas eve my mom kissed me goodnight and whispered "tomorrow we will have cake for breakfast". That was the best thing I heard all year and I still can't forget it
december '10 ... little ride ... "it doesn't matter if it is a little ride or a big ride, just as long as you ride"
november '10 ... palm springs ... "stretches of empty land and endless sky. i sat in the back of my grandparents white cadillac with red interior and learned to travel. alone with my grandparents, empty spaces, vast places"
october '10 ... conjunctions ... "words that once connected thought are now thoughts themselves. expressions with a presence of their own that are sarcastic, dismissive, and sometimes rude. and? so! once a force of joining words connecting two ideas - now standing on their own - with a kind of attitude... a kind of hands on the hips - if that is possible. just one word says it all. or ?" (a new series, conjunctions)
september '10 ... commercials ... "my bedside lamp casts great shadows. sometimes i make a shadow commercial with my cell phone. i hold the cell phone in my hand and rotate it to the right in slow motion like a giant mysterious display of a futuristic phone that fills the tv screen. yesterdays commercials today. i imagine it being 1960, i imagine they are wondering what the future of technology might bring. i on the other hand am wondering what i am doing, turn off the light and go to bed"
august '10 ... berlin ... "the new New York"
july '10 ... summer blues ... a new series in the solo show "summer blues" at the DVC Gallery, Antwerp, July 11th
june '10 ... like Willy Wonka's factory ... "the door is always closed until it is open"
may '10 ... why ... "a question always asked, few ever answer" (a new series)
april '10 ... take two wings and fly ... (open studios april 23rd - 25th)
march '10 ... sometimes ... "I will do anything not to do some things"
february '10 ... lack of fame ... a new series in the show "who's new in town" at the DVC gallery in Antwerp march 5th, 2010
january '10 ... at breakfast i said to my sweetie ... "the best thing about finishing first is that you get snacks from the person who finishes second", and she replied, "i think mostly that's you!", from the new series "my sweetie" in 2010.
december '09 ... tomorrow ... "my dream world, my secret, let me tell you my secret..." from the series, "our little cloud of starts", opening december 11th 7 - 11pm.
november '09 ... time ... "everything takes time."
october '09 ... sf studio ... "resin. the optimal temperature is 77 degrees fahrenheit... it pours like glass. looks like candy. reminds me of the opening scene - all the sheets of candy in the factory - moving through the assembly - Willy Wonka!"
september '09 ... antwerpen ... "how soon is now. when everything seems so right, possibly perfect - tomorrow becomes today - soon becomes now. and i keep coming back to you."
august '09 ... mannheim ... "everything has a reflection."
july '09 ... ibiza ... "timing is everything. i have seen the right places at the right time happen. i have heard stories of the right place at the right time happening. now to be in the right place at the right time - maybe it has happened."
june '09 ... always ... "the beginning of everything is always something."
may '09 ... endless ... "in the end are words. floating in the storm of an abyss. emptiness seems endless. something only more words can describe. is it the words that describe the form? or is it the form that words describe? the chicken or the egg. endless are the days that never break."
april '09 ... trust ... "sometimes it flies out the window. sometimes it hits the floor." (open studios april 23rd - 26th)
march '09 ... free mind ... " at the epicenter of it all, without distractions, without influences, without desires. a sphere where nothing is everything. it's the cloud of you where there is no 'i' and the horses run free."
(a part of "a piece of my mind", at Reaves Gallery)
february '09 ... mind the gap ... " respecting the space in between thoughts and pauses, no matter how long or short."
(a part of "a piece of my mind", at Reaves Gallery)
january '09 ... recoding ... " once a secret code: 'the goose flies low at night'. what was a signal is now a sign. completely recoded. a sign for 'everything is going to be alright' without actually saying it. it is like giving hope without mentioning it. a code to smile bye. the SOS of the world has faded the simple things in life - respect, manners, and dreams. completely disappeared. maybe everyone needs some basic recoding. using our own personal knowledge to recode our bad behavior. a new approach to the runway of life. 'nice people finish first.' shall we begin - is the water warm enough now ? it always was... open eyes. 'the goose flies low at night'. "
december '08 ... trust ... " I trust that clouds will form, rain will fall, wind will blow, and eventually the sun will shine. i trust that somewhere lies the answers, even when there are no questions. i trust that whoever is driving the bus knows what they are doing. i trust that someone is watching even if they are not looking. i trust that love will save the day even if it just ruined breakfast. i trust that when they say no dairy - they mean it. i trust that friendships will fade, relationships will collapse, and in the end everything works out and we will one day speak again. i trust that the bad behavior in the world will end, and that this is just a phase time will take us through. i trust that when i open the front door, my neighbor really wants to borrow sugar, and won't blow my head off. i trust that my mother will always love me. i trust that technology won't be the end of us, and that people will continue to communicate face to face. i trust the more we try to see one another the more likely we won't destroy one another. i trust that you will one day read this. in das ich vertraue, in this i trust. "
november '08 ... 27¢ ... " When you are hungry your eyes look bigger. Breakfast becomes lunch becomes dinner until water is filling. Running on desire everything becomes clear and you find your way. "
october '08 ... my little red book ... "A twist on a doctrine; a code to live by; my own propaganda. Hope, trust, love... A wish to transform society in a secret revolution with words. Ideal ideology. Playful ideology. Loosely related to the symbolism of Mao Zedong's 'Little Red Book' with a tilted spin. "
[The original little red book was published by the Government of the People's Republic of China from April 1964 until approximately 1976. It contained quotations from Mao Zedong's past speeches and publications. It was an unofficial requirement for every Chinese citizen to own, to read, and to carry it at all times, especially during the Cultural Revolution.]
september '08 ... San Francisco ... " Chasing every breath, to calm the mind"...remembering. "India, sweet sweet, India. "
august '08 ... Thailand ... " The art of giving up everything, to have nothing, which is more than just something...magic"
july '08 ... Delhi ... " When I think I have seen the poorest conditions, I haven't. Every minute there is a new shock, one that surpasses the last and the cycle never stops. It all moves so fast, I'm onto the next imagery before my thoughts can even fully connect to the last sight. I ask the locals how their people survive and they all just seem to raise their shoulders, not giving up the answer. I'm in a constant state of perplexion. Have we got it all wrong? Is our gluttony breeding illness and violence. A constant more nation. Is less the true more?"
june '08 ... India... " What did I see. I will pick my favorite as there are so many per day. I saw these little boys in their dirt backyard of the major freeway surrounding Delhi. There were about 5 of them 4-5 years old. And they were just dancing like crazy, up & down, swinging their arms over their heads, as if to music. It looked like a huge pile of burnt trash they were dancing on, it probably was - a yard surrounded by train tracks, power lines, freeway and burnt ashes of something that has turned into nothing that is their everything. Dance floor of their world. Naked and in dirty underwear, their little dark bodies moved in the sun, complete happiness with absolutely nothing but themselves."
may '08 ... India ... " While going down the street in front of the Hotel which is like a dirt autobahn framed by vendors, beggars, crippled and every moving vehicle imaginable... I saw this little boy get run over by a man on a bicycle. Everything sort of stopped. He was holding his leg laying in the dirt and mud crying. The Mom was trying to herd all her children while the one laid there. The man on the bike stopped - and then he got clobbered by about 5 kids..."
april '08 ... jump ... "under the trapeze is a net. It will catch you if you fall"
march '08 ... was habe ich getan? Scheisse ... "she woke up grabbing my ear asking me to please not fly away and look what I have done - I've crashed into the moon"
february '08 ... missing my friends in Antwerp ... "scarves are the new hats. you almost shouldn't leave home without one"
january '08 ... in Berlin ... "happy like yesterday" © kelly rapp 2008-2012