Murmur Murmur Murmur

I do not know how long it can last, but Oakland's "Murmur" gallery night is magical.  Just a hop-skip-jump from our new home, the galleries along Telegraph's side streets are so packed that you can hardly see the art.  Packed!

A wonderful problem that has a few solutions: come early or go to the Saturday Art Strolls.

After my first few jaunts, one exhibition has really stuck with me: Ursula Brookbank's She World installation at Krowswork. A few images from the gallery are posted here, but it really was something that needs to be experienced in-person. With only your borrowed flashlight and the lights of your stranger-companions.

This beautiful, haunting work that seems to be getting some nice attention.  Here's one piece from the new Art Animal publication.

Feeding in the main artery of Telegraph, the feel is carnival.  Rows and rows of food trucks.  Flea market bazaar.  Live music of every genre.  Open bottles and vodka shot hawkers, to say nothing of the ubiquitous aroma of pot.

The moons have somehow aligned in Oakland that a modest gallery night has bloomed into a raucous extravaganza. Mum is not the word.

Heading photo taken at my first Murmur with Artist Jane Norling, contemplating "Embarrassment of Riches" sculpture by Patricia Thomas at SLATE.