We Love Letters at the Oakland Terminal

Last night I went to We Love Letters at the Oakland Terminal, a show of Graffiti/Street Art, except the art was hung on the wall, not painted on an exterior building wall.

So it was like going to a zoo because these animals are normally seen out in the wild, and there they were, in a gallery, in miniature.

My favorite works were photos of MUGRE's art on a building wall, on a train, on a building wall, and on a building wall.  MUGRE is from Columbia, the land of Columbians.

I made this drawing of a MUGRE burn.

Some woman was there from Nepal, and her tag is Imagine.  I watched her writing it for somebody in a sketchbook, and it was kind of neat to watch.

There was a big, blank gallery partition, about 8 feet tall, and people who attended the show wrote their tags on the partition.  I put my tag, "Side BUSTR" on the wall, but some weenie wrote over mine and 3 other people's tags.  I was deeply hurt and started to cry and vowed revenge on my own terms.  I saw this lack of tagging room as analogous to the lack of affordable housing in the bay area. 

All of the art was made by women, so it was clearly superior to the art of men.

Everybody who attended was beautiful.

My friends like letters and typography, and their appreciation of and interest in letters helped me to appreciate this show.