Sacramento on a warm June afternoon embodies the city’s position as a capital of California ethos. It may not be an art center, but it’s a place where idiosyncratic, perhaps crackpot ideas take shape and blossom on sun-heated expanses of fertile flat land, (i.e. affordable studios). There’s space enough for thinking to grow, and for dreams to be realized outside the spotlight. I was there sifting through a range of national submissions for the August juried show at Axis Gallery, an artist co-op that affirms some ideas about community spirit. Some of the most impressive art I saw came from distant states — Iowa! Hawaii! — making me consider that there are options for creative freedom outside of increasingly expensive urban environments like San Francisco.
More frequently, artists in SF are bemoaning the construction crane shifts that are reshaping creative, countercultural enclaves into gleaming, LEED-certified condo towers and gastropubs. This urban evolution is complex, driven by public policy, which doesn’t often prioritize the history and future of creative culture.
Jess, VIIth Wave
That afternoon in Sacramento, I visited the Crocker Art Museum, a metaphorically apt but experientially awkward conglomeration of historic Victorian and corporate-contemporary architecture, where the current exhibition concerns a generation of San Francisco bohemians. An Opening of the Field: Jess, Robert Duncan, and Their Circle is an abundant collection of works by a community of Northern California artists, poets, and filmmakers. Jess, who made remarkable paintings and dense, playful collages, and Duncan, a revered poet and public intellectual, exchanged marriage vows back in 1951, a radical, if not legally binding act. The show conveys a sense of maverick art culture during the second half of the twentieth century, conjuring the romance of notorious confabs, legendary galleries, queer culture, and characters who loomed large in the aesthetic universe of Jess and Duncan.
Jess, The Enamord Mage Translation