In the city in the gallery across the room with her arms spread, the artist

Terry Acebo Davis (sometimes known as Terry Acebo-Davis) installed five or her own works plus two by Minerva Amistoso at San Francisco’s historic I-Hotel Manilla-town, at Kearney and Jackson. I helped her load in and kept her company during her four hours there yesterday. Plus I was the driver (although it was her car TADART, not my little cheddar).

Last week we saw a film by Marissa Aroy there, The Delano Manongs. Terry is part of a group show that continues thru the summer, with special events and hopefully a closing reception. Terry is showing monotypes but since she re-arranged and re-hung the show it is like an installation of hers.

We had sesame chicken at Peter Fang’s House of Nanking, kitty-corner. I also had a bubble tea with almond from Quickly on the corner, to tide me over. I worked my way further into Salerno and Shields “Salinger” from Jean Miller to Cornish, to the Claremont Eagle publishing what he thought would be in the high school paper. I wondered if I never noticed J.D. Salinger at a Dartmouth basketball game, looking for zen.

Today, if I have my way, although I am actually acquiescing to her plan — that’s how relationships work — we are checking out SF ArtMarket (ARTMKT), maybe Paule Anglim (to see Clare Rojas and Ala Ektabar works), maybe Seussical at Palo Alto children’s theatre, and maybe Francis Ford Coppola’s Grand-daughters “Palo Alto” with James Franco.

I like the photo above because Terry, while measuring the walls, looks like, um, another icon.