brilliance from left field

In my line of work (the screwball art kind) I run into all sorts of characters. Last night I went to a friend's art opening and "Drunk Old Guy" was there--he's the guy who has made it a lifelong pursuit to find out where all the art openings in San Francisco are by looking at the newspaper listings and shows up to partake of the free booze. Liberally. Needless to say, Drunk Old Guy was totally wasted on cheap wine and yammering about something or other, as well as peeing on the sidewalk out front. Totally harmless, and almost comfortingly familiar, as he had also shown up at an opening of mine a few weeks ago. "Hey, look, it's Drunk Old Guy! It really must be an art opening, eh?"

But D.O.G aside, I also met a random guy, Tim Anderson, who was quiet and shy and denied being an artist when I asked him. But then another friend prodded him into telling me that he does ephemeral installations that almost no one sees. Curious, I asked him to email me some images. And then a few days later I am emailed this...a total piece of beautiful brilliance which makes me stop and utter how lovely, how lovely.



He works in the middle of the night when no one can see him, on urban streets, using flour to trace outlines of (mostly) trees, sometimes using birdseed, which the birds quickly take away and the people walk all over and never get a chance to see, unless they happen to really LOOK. It's gone in less than a few hours. Tim rocks. He needs more attention, for sure, and I will tell him that the next time I see him...

Gorgeous.