Sibling Revelry

What better to do on a sunny Sunday than take a ride up to Sonoma and go to an opening at your favorite art gallery?

A New Leaf Gallery is the place where we have purchased the largest part of our collection.  They started on Gilman Street in Berkeley, were in San Francisco for a while, and now have a spectacular installation at Cornerstone on Hwy. 121.

The opening today was in honor of the Burton sisters, Jane and Tyler.  Jane lives in Walnut Creek, and we have a couple of pieces of her ceramic art.  Tyler lives in Santa Monica, and until today we didn’t even know she existed, which is a shame because she’s an excellent artist just like her sister.

Jane and Tyler Burton.  The sculpture is Jane's piece "Sisters"

Jane and Tyler Burton. The sculpture is Jane’s piece “Sisters”

Sisters

Sister

Tyler's work

Tyler’s work

Jane made this dress, I don't think the skirt is real comfortable

Jane made this dress, I don’t think the skirt is real comfortable

Besides the new work for the opening, there was the regular work on display.  Gail was particularly taken with this table by Gale Hart.

Is it a table if you won't be putting anything on it?

Is it a table if you won’t be putting anything on it?

Then I saw these:

"Three Torsos" by Carol Schwartz

“Three Torsos” by Carol Schwartz

I guess you can’t win them all.  I bow to no man in my appreciation of boobs, but these left me cold. Gail thought the nipples looked “painful”, and I don’t argue with her on that subject.

Jane Burton on the left and gallery owner Brigitte Mickmacker on the right

Jane Burton on the left and gallery owner Brigitte Mickmacker on the right

Art is business, too, and the gallery has to sell to stay open.  I enjoy watching the owner, Brigitte, schmooze the customers.  She’s good at what she does, which is why the gallery has been successful for so long–picking the right artists, then working the customers to move the goods.

Art galleries are like free museums, where you can even get a glass of wine and some cheese and crackers and nobody tells you not to touch the sculpture.  What a great way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

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