Mexican Museum gains ties with Smithsonian

The Mexican Museum has been invited to join the Smithsonian Institution's Affiliations Program. The arrangement will allow the Mexican Museum to borrow objects long term from, and lend to, the largest museum network in...

'Slap in the Face': SFSU show on street artists

By their tags, you will recognize them - the artfully swirled monikers on "Hello My Name Is" labels hastily plastered on street signage, Muni and very occasionally a gallery's walls, like Fifty 24's space at this year's...

Photo of the Day: 2/2/12

Mural in Madrid, Spain painted by Eduardo Bertone... Not quite fits in with the normal Photo of the Day style, but thanks for the photo and nice mural, Eduardo.

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Mikito Ozeki - Xacto Intensity

Japanese artist Mikito Ozeki (b.1976) should team up with San Francisco's Adam5100... Speaking of Adam. You see our studio visit we did with him? Lots of Xacto blades. Don't know how those hands and wrists can put up with it.

Vera Costa - San Francisco City Hall - September 17th, 2010 5:30 PM - 8:00 PM

Things That Cannot Screen For Breast Cancer

Kevin Rose Interviews Instagram Founder Kevin Systrom

Surrealist Painter, Sculptor and Writer Dorothea Tanning Dies at 101

Switchblade Spork

Vintage L.L. Bean Catalog Covers Recreated as Modern-Day Photos

Pedro Point from Fort Funston Plein Air

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oil on 6 x 8 panel

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Tennessee Valley Meadow No. 2

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oil on 12 x 16 panel

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Lady, Dangerous and Proud

(Art by: Owen Geronimo)

Please hide your eyes from me,
Those lashes long as leaves, those pupils blue as dawn can send an innocent man to perdition
Just hide your eyes from me,
Your swords are killing me, piercing me from all sides

If you don’t close your eyes and flee
I won’t be able to disappear, before your mirrors of insecurity trap me inside
I won’t find time to call for help or yell,
Your laser beams will catch up and burn my hope to pieces
It’s not thy eyes that throw the lethal arrows
Your bold brows cut my veins, when they quirk at my laugh, my tear, my blush

I tend to rush to the seventh heaven
Salvation is not present with busy angels fighting to grab your attention
In a world so bleak, the clay-like leaves that knit your hair together
Pull me towards your field of magnetic scent, where perfumes end and nectars prevail
Your sea of black despair known as your hair,
Will wrap around my neck, suffocate my chest

And make me die happily
When your lips part, my soul departs my fragile body
When you say, “Wait,”
You open the gate to a thousand splendid pearls
The way your arms raise in the air, the way you crane your neck to stare
At boundless seas, enchanted Hebrides and wild western dreams
I dream of a world where you are a swan, gliding in a lake of distant stars
Your long, majestic legs float over a velvet lagoon while your short, charcoal dress
Creates a mess of wicked, sensual desires
My lady dangerous and proud
To you I bow

Even if your angled fingers and pointed palms disregard my attention
Even if your crystal eyes look down on my attention
I’ll wait for you to walk away with waves of blackness trailing behind you
But when I find you, I’ll trace your caramel tainted cheeks and whiskey streaks
Searching for light in a gloomy highway
My lady dangerous and proud
Crucify me on your altar, if I’m not dead yet
Your mocking smile will kill me a thousand times again
In the half light

Lady, Dangerous and Proud By: Jaylan Salman 04/2010