this time i do make it to Golden Gate Park. some of the locals are very friendly indeed...
i visit the de Young Museum, keen to study the textile collection.
that particular section is closed. hmm.
i'm doubly grateful to the Universe for diverting me on my first attempt...but hey, the architecture of this building alone is worth a visit
clad in a copper skin
and with a tall tower so one can see the whirled from above the tree-tops [monster eucalypts close by and not a cocky in sight]
near the foot of the elevator are some exquisite objects that cast delicious shadows. the creator is a San Franciscan. foolishly i didn't note her name.
outside there is an Andy Goldsworthy sculpture
a series of stones through each of which runs a squiggly fault line that also traces a path from one island to the next. i've borrowed their picture cos mine was full of people
detail of a 'cloth' constructed by African artist El Anatsui. it's made from the aluminium caps of whisky bottles joined with copper wire in a format that references kente cloth
remember when his work draped a building in one of the Venice Biennales?
later walking down Haight on the trek back to base camp i find more art underfoot