Reviews
From Gullible-Artist
CAN YOU HEAR THAT?
The Oakland Art Murmur, which occurs on the first Friday of the month, was well attended even with massive April showers. The clouds broke around 8pm, and by the time this reporter arrived there were still hundreds of art lovers clogging the sidewalks in the Triangle created by 23rd St., Telegraph, and Broadway.
The rest of the stable of artists is also on view, and next month (May 5, 2006) is featuring Trish Booth and Bethany Ayers. I really was captivated by Ms. Booth’s painting: Acoma Balcony, oil on canvas, 60”x40”. She has clear control of the unique light of Southwest America. What at first blush looks like realism, turns surreal, and then hyperreal. The building draws one in with some exaggerated perspectives, and then one notices the shadows of the roof creating their own illusion, inviting, and pulling one up to the balcony.
May 5, 2006
by William Lassell
First stop- Estaban Sabar Gallery, which had a goodly amount of space and excellent HID lighting. Very pro! Kenny Mencher is the featured artist for March, and a large volume of work is there to be viewed. The work is erotic, with no clear preference of subject by the artist. If it is sexy he will paint it.
From dubiousprofundity.com
Featured Artist: Trish Booth Trish Booth paints in one of my favorite visual arts styles. With rich, vivid colors and heavy contrast, she renders southwestern landscapes in a way that makes them seem hyper-real and surreal all at the same time.
Against the washed out pastel abominations so usually associated with this subject matter, Booth has given us a glimpse of the desert that is rich in color and feeling. Check out her entire gallery, and tell her what you think at TrishBooth.com.
June 15, 2005
Contributed by: ChrisJ
One of my favorite pieces, Adobe Window is so well textured that it could just be a photograph, from a world just slightly more colorful than our own. Morning Light made me feel that sense of waking on a hot morning in the shadow, knowing that as I turn the corner, the blinding white heat of the sun is waiting to trap me in its fiery gaze.