Art Gallery in San Francisco
I forgot to mention on our last day in San Francisco Michael and I went to an art gallery. Some of the work was really good. There were some abstract works I liked and others that were quite blah to me. I really liked this one artist who did an art nouveau style of women with butterflies. There were also sketches by Rembrandt and Chagall. There were a lot of paintings by an artist who did plays on words featuring animals ("My ass is on the line," "booze hound," "A ray of hope," "cash cow," etc.). Those were fun to look at and try to figure out. Michael said that the cityscapes by one artist weren't as good as mine! That made me feel good about myself. A cityscape is what won me a national art award in high school and my art professor in college said I could make a living in Europe just painting the cities and selling them on the street (a street artist, I guess, which I have seen in New York City and now San Francisco).
I've always loved architecture and my mother and I both thought that would be a good career for me if I were able to do school and work a job. I've always loved houses (as a young child I would read books of blue-prints and catalogs of houses for sale), I love art, and I'm pretty good at math. Architecture would have been a pretty practical career to go into for me... Oh well, I can't handle the stress, people, or pressure so it's a moot point.
I've always loved architecture and my mother and I both thought that would be a good career for me if I were able to do school and work a job. I've always loved houses (as a young child I would read books of blue-prints and catalogs of houses for sale), I love art, and I'm pretty good at math. Architecture would have been a pretty practical career to go into for me... Oh well, I can't handle the stress, people, or pressure so it's a moot point.