Haitian Divorcées

August 30-September 5, 2006

Despite what Mae West thought of herself in her later years, Charlotte Rampling may be the first over-60 female sex symbol. Heading South, director Laurent Cantet’s sea-green-colored tale of sex tourism in Haiti, stars Rampling as Ellen, the queen bee of a beachside resort. And as Ozon’s Under the Sands, Rampling is never more full of erotic challenge as when she’s lolling her lean body in the sun, shading her impassive eyes from the glare.

Heading South begins intriguingly in a prologue. In the late 1970s, at the Port-au-Prince airport, a woman approaches Albert (Lys Ambroise), the black-suited manager of a tourist-class hotel. Speaking very circumspectly, the lady offers her daughter to Albert. He can’t understand what she’s trying to give him or sell him: a slave? A prostitute? A daughter? A wife? In a few deft minutes, Cantet sketches out the unbearable injustice of the island, enough so that when Rampling later calls Haiti “a dungheap,” it doesn’t seem too extreme.

Albert would agree, though; the island has been repeatedly invaded by tourists with guns and money. In a voiceover interior monologue, Albert says that Americans have polluted everything they’ve touched.

Rampling’s Ellen may be disgusted by the island’s living conditions, but she doesn’t have any serious political feelings. She’s a French professor at Wellesley who loathes her job and only really lives when she’s on vacation. By the virtue of her attractive arrogance, she has claimed Legba (Menothy Cesar), the best-looking and most amiable of the group of young beach gigolos lolling around at Albert’s resort. Ellen buys him sodas, feeds him hotel food and takes him back to the bedroom at night.

Ellen believes she knows everything, but what she doesn’t realize is that the hotel’s new arrival, Brenda (Karen Young), a half-mad housewife, had a summer affair with Legba three years ago. What ensues is a tug of war in which Brenda has the advantage of compassion and Ellen, the advantage of force.Young played the FBI agent on The Sopranos who systematically destroyed Adriana. She has a square, unpretty face and she’s not a smiler. She’s firm and yet neurotic enough to make you believe the soap opera-ish side of Heading South–the idea of all-encompassing passion, the sort of love affair that leaves a woman wandering on a beach like a shipwreck victim, staring into infinity.

Legba’s side of the story is a little harder to fathom. He’s proud of earning money and he’s not passive. He’s sometimes allowed to get his own back, and you can imagine women going to see Heading South for all the wrong reasons.

The film is based on three short stories by the Haitian writer Dany Laferrière, a Quebec-based immigrant who also wrote How to Make Love to a Negro Without Getting Tired, made into a truly annoying movie in 1989.

Cantet previously directed Time Out, about a family man’s self-exile after he being laid off. Cantet has a similarly unusual subject here, and it’s almost 20 years since the last time someone took the topic on. A Winter Tan, from 1987, based on the memoirist Maryse Holder’s Give Sorrow Words, is also about a middle-aged woman heading to the tropics to find authentic, real men; in real life, Holder was killed in Mexico by one of her tricks.

Coming from a male perspective, Cantet has trouble explaining the pasts of the women who go to Haiti. The simplest of the women, Sue (Louise Portal), is there for the fun and the sex. But Brenda and Ellen reveal their backstories. Sometimes, it seems Cantet hasn’t really defined the women except as a set of yearnings: the imperious Ellen longing to dominate, Brenda longing to surrender and Sue longing simply to satisfy her ample flesh.

Cantet shoots on location and makes the dangerousness of the cities palpable. At a street market, when Brenda emerges from a taxi, everyone on the street turns his or her head at the same time at first sight of the stranger. The locations and the novel situation make it interesting, but it’s noteworthy really as a vehicle for Rampling, who knows how to play the hurt and bitchiness and make it invigorating and sexy.

Heading South is best as a contest between lionesses–Rampling’s proud one and Young’s wounded, sad one–but it’s Rampling who keeps one most engrossed as how the contest will end.

‘Heading South’ opens Friday at the Rafael Film Center, 1118 Fourth St., San Rafael. 415.454.1222.


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Morsels

August 30-September 5, 2006

Folks who think fine wine and gourmet food should be consumed and discussed with august solemnity in serene surroundings best stay far, far away from the Sonoma Valley this weekend. The valley’s grape growers and winemakers will once again be donning a variety of outrageous costumes in a friendly competition to raise the most money for local charities as part of the 14th annual Sonoma Valley Harvest Wine Auction weekend, Sept. 1-3. This year’s theme is “Vino Las Vegas: Get Lucky in Sonoma Valley.”

“We’re going to have a lot of Elvises, a lot of show girls and I’m sure the Rat Pack will show,” says Grant Redlands, executive director of the Sonoma Valley Vintners and Growers Alliance, which sponsors the fundraising weekend. The fun kicks off on Friday with an open house at 30 wineries (11am-4pm; $20). There are also winemaker dinners on both Friday and Saturday nights ($85-$160), and a sold-out Cult Cab dinner and show featuring rare Cabernet Sauvignon wines at the Fairmont Sonoma Mission Inn on Friday.

For those with limited resources but a desire to join in the fun (and the charity fundraising), event organizers have this year added a Taste of Sonoma Valley event on Saturday (1-4pm, Depot Park; $30), incorporating the weekend’s irreverent attitude and costumes with the offerings from about 35 wineries and approximately 20 local restaurants. But for those with deep pockets who can afford the $400-a-person admission, the big event is on Sunday at the Fairmont Sonoma Mission Inn, when wine industry leaders kick up their legs in a chorus line, croon like Frank Sinatra or do whatever else is needed to get top prices for 62 live auction lots featuring rare wines, fabulous trips, unique dinners and more.

“If you can laugh for six hours, the auction is the place to be. It’s hilarious,” Redlands says. “A lot of times, we don’t even know in advance exactly what the skits will be, because they all try to outdo each other.” But the bottom line, he adds, is raising money for local nonprofit efforts. Last year, the weekend’s events brought in $929,557; since its inception 13 years ago, the auction weekend has raised almost $5 million for Sonoma Valley charities. For details or to purchase tickets, visit www.sonomavalleywine.com or call 707.935.0803.

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Ask Sydney

August 30-September 5, 2006

Dear Sydney, About three months ago I had a drunken one-night stand with a friend of mine. I’m now pregnant with his baby. My problem is his girlfriend forbids him to have anything to do with me or our unborn child. He loves her and has agreed to this. What can I do to change his mind? I don’t want my baby to be raised without a father. I never had a father and can’t bear the thought of my child going through the same neglect I experienced. What can I do?–Worried Mother

Dear Worried: Right now, the only thing you need to be worrying about is your baby. You have no way of predicting how your “friend” will react to the birth of his child. Three months is not very pregnant, and at this point he is still probably in heavy denial. If he is such a good friend that you felt moved to have unprotected sex with him, then he must have some redeeming qualities. So first off, let’s cross our fingers and hope that he comes around and realizes that he has far too much to lose in being, well, a loser. Though you two may not end up together, he still might choose to play a role in the child’s life. He has six more months to reconsider. No matter what his decision, take your multi-vitamins, eat well, exercise and get ready to have that baby.

The most important thing is for you to be patient, not embittered, and to spend more time focusing inward. Don’t waste your precious energy obsessing about a situation over which you now have very little control. Instead, focus on your own well-being and that of the baby’s. And remember, growing up without a father may be the pits, but growing up with a shitty one is even worse.

All babies are born deserving perfection, and as parents, we do as well as we can with the tools available to us. Of course you want your baby to have everything–to live in a clean, safe, pollution-free world, with two loving parents and a kid-friendly dog–but things don’t always work out the way we want. And, hey, just because the biological father doesn’t want to deal with the aftermath of his drunken one-night stand doesn’t mean that Mr. or Ms. Fantastic won’t stroll into your life, and fall madly in love with you and baby, too. Stranger things have happened.

Dear Sydney, I’m in a spiritual crisis of sorts. I love my partner and we get along fabulously, but the sex has become less frequent than I would like. Now, I am the kind of person for whom sex keeps me connected not only to my partner but to myself as well–spiritually, I mean. In other words, it’s not just a good fuck I’m looking for. I have a good life in many ways, and I don’t want to throw it all away because of this issue. On the other hand, I feel tortured by the dilemma of not knowing how to get my needs met. Can you help?–I Know I’m Not Alone

Dear Crowded: Your question raises some delicate and complicated issues, and while I sympathize with your frustration, I urge you not to be rash. I think that the most telling phrase in your question is, “I feel tortured by the dilemma of not knowing how to get my needs met.” Because of this one statement, I can honestly say that, no, you are not alone.

But let’s face it, maybe your partner really isn’t interested. Maybe the problem has been going on for so long and the issue is so loaded that just bringing it up is enough to kill the libido for weeks. Without the details, it’s difficult for me to say. What I do know is this: If you are genuinely unhappy to the extent that you would seriously consider giving up on the love that you claim to enjoy in every way save one, then at some point you will begin to make decisions that will gradually or dramatically bring about that change. And if you don’t? Maybe you don’t want it as badly as you think you do.

In the meantime, give yourself and your partner a rest. Masturbate more and stop stressing out so much. There’s nothing worse for your sex life than stress. And while you’re at it, if the relationship is so great and you aren’t ready to call it quits, why not lay on some extra charm? Mount your own private seduction campaign directed at your partner, but keep it a secret. Cook meals designed to seduce, slip damiana into your partner’s tea, offer him or her a Viagra (good for male or female) instead of an aspirin, plan a romantic weekend away and go heavy on the backrubs. Ply your partner with alcohol if that’s what does the trick or, what the hell, jewelry and lingerie. You get the general idea.

Ultimately, if you feel that what you are requesting is necessary to your greater well-being and that you are not being unreasonable or overdemanding with your needs, then your partner has as much of a responsibility to compromise as do you, whether it’s about sex, finances, communication or whose turn it is to scrub the toilet. Now, if what you’re asking for is a daily whipping or consistent early morning rim jobs, maybe you need to choose future partners with more attention to detail and give the poor, overworked soul you have now a well-deserved rest. You be the judge.

Dear Sydney, I was pondering and wondering, can the elderly offer relevant advice or wisdom for a modern world they probably don’t even understand? I read something from such a person. In fact, she is so elderly she is dead. Here is the idea from this old person: In our essential being, there are motives for action that are ethical and directly good. The impulse toward evil arises only because in our thoughts and sensations we silence the depth of our own nature.–Eternal Optimist

Dear Eternal: Are you asking me if the elderly can offer wisdom and advice to younger generations, or are you telling me that they can? Considering the quote you provide, I will assume that you think they can, which means that your question isn’t can they, but why won’t anyone listen? You and I are both participants in a culture that is not well known for its respect of the elderly. We detest and fear the old. We live in a country built on the essence of the new. We love new, we want new, we understand new. We do not like old, unless it’s an antique hutch, and sometimes not even then if it’s cheaper at Ikea.

The solution is plastic surgery or a movement toward compromise. The younger generations must be willing to listen and show some deference for the wisdom that experience can impart, and the elderly need to try to understand the ever-evolving modern world, one that they are just as much a part of as any living person. I don’t care if you’re 95 or 15–if you’re not willing to try to understand who I am, I’m probably not going to be very open to what you have to say. After all, we tend to respect those who respect us.

No question too big, too small or too off-the-wall.


First Bite

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Adjacent to such esteemed eateries as A&W and McDonald’s on San Rafael’s Merrydale Road sits Avance, a tapas bar and restaurant that serves a less-processed offering of petite entrées. The site has always housed interesting culinary excursions, like the Middle Eastern-themed Casbah a few years back, and Avance hasn’t halted the tradition.

Arriving at about 6:30 on a Saturday evening, we took our table underneath a large, greenhouselike skylight, which was perfect for watching the sunset. With the cool climate, we felt almost like we were eating at the outdoor patio. Avance emits a warm, cozy vibe, with burgundy walls enclosing the perfectly sized restaurant, just large enough to feature two dining rooms with a bar in between.

From the moment we were greeted by the manager at the door, the service was pleasant but subdued, and an ideal fit with the comfort of small-plate cuisine. Everything in the place encouraged us to just relax and enjoy our food. And we did. After nibbling on delicate bread with an invigorating olive oil and vinegar dipping sauce, we ordered our communal tapas. The lightly breaded portobello mushroom ($8.50) was superb, crispy on the outside without sacrificing its juicy interior. A flamenco band started setting up behind us and soon added perfect background music to our dining (at an agreeable volume for the most part, but at times it was difficult to engage in tapas-bar banter).

Next was the gambas al ajillo ($10), a steaming plate of flambé prawns with a garlic-spiced tomato sofito sauce that hit its stride as a makeshift dip for the leftover bread. The tasty mussels ($10.50) had a flawlessly chewy texture and the added bonus of Spanish chorizo sausage bits stuffed inside.

These eclectic, mingling tastes were well complemented by our Santa Lucia, the just-as-refreshing Spanish counterpart to Pellegrino. Somehow, the bubbles of the mineral water, along with the vintage ad posters, successfully transported me to a far-off Latin land.

Even after a plate of succulent chimichurri ($19.50)–an Argentinean-style thinly cut flank steak with perfectly garlic-rich olive oil sauce and wonderfully warm soft potatoes–I didn’t feel sluggish. I was content, but not about to burst. I sat back for a few minutes, sipped my glass of La Granja 2000 ($10), a heavy but fruity red from Zamora, Spain, with just enough bite to hold your attention, and enjoyed the tunes. Before too long I was swaying in my seat, eyes half-closed, comparing the female singer to Astrud Gilberto.

After the short performance detour, we finished with the chocolate mousse cake ($6.50), a decent dish to cap off the night’s varied culinary festivities. Although the service at Avance (and at all tapas bars by definition) is prompt enough for the quick bite in which we saw many partake, this little eatery proved an inviting oasis for those wanting to take it slow.

Avance, 200 Merrydale Road, San Rafael. Lunch, Tuesday-Friday; dinner daily. 415.472.7101.



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Quick-and-dirty dashes through North Bay restaurants. These aren’t your standard “bring five friends and order everything on the menu” dining reviews.

Letters to the Editor

August 23-29, 2006

Just selling milk and sugar

Sara Bir’s (Aug. 16) is strong evidence of the growing cancer that continues to plague our planet–the homogenization of earth by the multinational corporations. Even those of us who consider ourselves to be aware will quietly capitulate in favor of our own convenience or savings; ultimately, we feed the disease no matter what we believe we believe. The original hipness of Starbucks evaporated the second they opened an outlet in Stepford. The younger demographic has already been programmed by the marketing brainwash of all corporate campaigns. Are we only a generation away from becoming compulsive consumers feeding the machine like in a Philip Dick sci-fi yarn?

I enjoyed Sara openly expressing her cognizance of the dilemma. We need to support the real thing whenever possible, before it becomes extinct.

Malcolm Clark, Occidental

Nine songs of a million

I was extremely moved by Gabe Meline’s (Aug. 9). I found it straightforward yet poetic, unsentimental yet emotional. For me, it was a model of how to handle grief and to allow the public in on something very intimate. I could only wish that if I were to be taken from this earth at midlife, as Leslie Meline was, that my daughter would find a way to express herself and her love for me in a similar way. My heartfelt sympathy to Gabe, and thank you.

Jennie Orvino, Rohnert Park

Lament

Thank you for publishing (Aug. 16). David Templeton’s final quotes from Larry Kirwan–the ones about the missed opportunity to seize upon the moment of grief from 9-11 and turn it into the constructive self-sacrifice that could have helped free the world from mainlining petroleum every day–reduced this grown man to crying like a child.

I weep for this nation and for what we do to the world. May we free ourselves from petroleum, the wars and the putrefaction that it spawns, and from the rule of venal, cretinous imbeciles like those who lead us now.

May we lead ourselves in defiance of the visionless.

May we reach back into the infantile rage still within us about what our national policies have brought down upon our children.

May we pour into the streets by the millions when the next election is stolen from us and stay there until we have taken back what is ours.

May we find a way to do what Black 47 did: write and play our own songs amid the ruins.

G. Girabaldi, San Pablo

The many joys of sticky rice

When my husband and I discovered Thai Hut Valley (, May 24), we were so happy to find a new Thai place in Sonoma County that not only served up fresh and yummy Thai food but also is the only place in all of Sonoma County that serves sticky rice! I love sticky rice so much that the owner now knows us as “Sticky Rice.” I urged her to begin delivery lunch service, which is a service that Sonoma County desperately needs, as the Cotati location is a bit off the local lunch scene. I think it is important to note that the owner started this restaurant on her own and is running the whole thing with family and just a few employees. She is an entrepreneurial small businesswoman, stirring up some good organic eats. It is important to not only know where our food comes from but also who it is coming from and the story behind the locale. Everyone I have taken there likes it a lot–especially the sticky rice!

Sarah Seitchik, Petaluma

At any cost?

I do not doubt the recent revelation of the latest terror plot in Britain, but I do doubt Mr. Bush’s sincerity or commitment to American security. Comments are often made in the Press Democrat and New York Times that our security is no greater now than before 9-11. Just this past week, the 9-11 commissioners commented that Iraq is keeping this country from focusing on security at home. Worse than that, terror is once again becoming a main theme of the Republicans as we approach midterm elections, and will ratchet up as we come closer to the presidential election. Karl Rove particularly has a bag full of tricks he will use to keep Republicans in power–at any cost.

Gwendolyn Dhesi, Santa Rosa


Year of Living Artfully

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Portrait of the artist: Sonoma painter Keith Wicks.

By Jordan E. Rosenfeld

When did the act of patronage, in which an artist is commissioned to do good work for good wages, stop being commonplace? Possibly right after Michelangelo finished the Sistine Chapel. North Bay artists might want to take note: A new concept in patronage, created by a Bay Area business investor to support one artist for one year, could inspire a renaissance of its very own.

Darius Anderson, founder and partner of Kenwood Investments, has an art collector’s eye and the courage of a venture capitalist. Anderson is known for an eclectic range of investment projects; he has dabbled in projects ranging from the redevelopment of Treasure Island to the purchase of the Aquarium of the Bay in San Francisco. In 2004, when Anderson, a Sonoman, was introduced to the work of painter Keith Wicks, founder of the Sonoma Plein Air Foundation, another unusual investment idea took shape in his mind.

“Keith told me about a problem he was having with several of his galleries, and how they had not paid him in a timely manner,” Anderson says by phone from his San Francisco office. “In one situation, he had to fly to Chicago to demand a check, and even then they paid him in installments. I thought that was awful, and I said, ‘Why don’t we think about putting together a little investment group to support you?'”

The result is One Year, One Show, an unusual patronage program devised by Anderson and supported by an eclectic cluster of seven colleagues, people he calls “luminaries and bigwigs.” They include Mark Emmerson, the CEO of Sierra Pacific Lumber; Linda Reiff, executive director of the Napa Valley Vintners Association; a New York-based Wall Street trader; and four others. (Anderson is quick to point out that the investors put up personal funds that were not connected to or sponsored by their place of employment.)

Lifestyle Investment

Most savvy investors have a common approach: they are loath to part with their cash until they’re reassured that their investment has the power to deliver. Anderson’s plan was to raise $200,000. This sum would support Wicks for a year, allow him to buy supplies and provide for international travel so that he would have many new sights and experiences to inspire him. In return, Wicks had to agree to forgo any standing gallery arrangements while creating 100 saleable works of art.

While Anderson had faith in Wicks’ work, he and his wife Sarah couldn’t foot the bill alone; he needed seven people to each invest $25,000 for a total of $200,000. They had to be willing to trust that Wicks could create 100 pieces in just 12 months time and they had to be willing to trust that all 100 of those pieces were “saleable,” a laughably slippery concept in the art world.

In addition to supporting Wicks, some of the $200,000 would go to arranging social gatherings among the investors. This last is perhaps the most daring of the plan’s many components. Anderson, a professional risk-taker, banked on what he calls a “lifestyle investment.” His concept, developed after many conversations with Wicks, was not just to support the artist, but to allow the investors to participate in Wicks’ artistic process by joining him on trips to Mexico, Paris, New Orleans and New York.

If Anderson was worried about attracting enough investors, his fears were quickly allayed. “We sent out 15 e-mails to people we knew, and got so many immediate responses that we had to turn people away,” he chuckles.

There is a waiting list of interested investors for the next round.

The year went exactly as Anderson planned. With the freedom to work and not worry about sales or business, Wicks was able to produce more than 100 paintings, effectively creating a yearlong biography of his artistic process. The result will be shown in a two-day exhibit Sept. 16-17 at Building One on Treasure Island. Anderson anticipates that sales will be healthy.

“The first $200,000 will go to pay back the investors,” he explains, already divvying up Wicks’ worth. “After that, all revenue from the works in this show will be split 50-50 between Keith and the investors.”

“I wanted to prove that this could work,” he continues. “I knew that in terms of a lifestyle experience it would be successful; many investors have never had this level of access to an artist. It’s been fun for them because they now understand the process of what an artist goes through in the creation of an actual piece of art. And on the level of financial return, I’m confident that it will pay off. If we can return just $10,000 to each person in addition to their initial investment, that would be a huge return compared to the stock market or other kinds of investment. I have great confidence in the quality of Keith’s work that this will happen.”

Whitney Black is special projects manager for Kenwood Investments and has been an integral part of the administrative side of the project.

“For me, being a part of this has felt like a Renaissance revival, like when the Medici family invested in artists,” she says by phone from her San Francisco office. “To have an experiential component to an investment is great; there is no price that can be set on that piece of it. Plus, the investors were excited to get a first look at Wicks’ collection and to see the results of the couple of trips they personally took with him.”

Anderson adds with a chuckle, “The whole concept of breaking down the traditional gallery structure was very satisfying to me. Galleries don’t pay up front; an artist creates a body of work, brings it in and then, after they sell, he gets maybe 40 percent–that is, when they get around to paying him.”

Free fall: During the year of his patronage, Wicks experimented with larger canvases and changing themes.

Keith Wicks is by no means a starving artist. He has enjoyed national TV and magazine coverage of his work, and was instrumental in creating the nonprofit Sonoma Plein Air Foundation in 2002. Wicks has been painting most of his life, though his art degree is in illustration. He supported himself and family for many years by making storyboards for media, even doing a stint at Industrial Light & Magic, and as a freelance artist, he says, for “every big ad agency in San Francisco.”

“It’s only the last 10 years that I have been making a living [as a painter],” Wicks says. “I worked in the multimedia industry and I taught at the Academy of Art in San Francisco, but eventually I knew I wanted to get away from it all and just paint. I got out of that business entirely and moved to Sonoma, where I set up a studio.”

The Foundation sponsors an event each year in which artists from all over the country come to paint in Sonoma for a week. (This year’s event is slated for Sept. 4-10.) Of the nearly 500 applications received each year, only 40 are invited to participate. Each artist creates 10 to 15 paintings in the week’s time and submits his or her best piece to a “best in show” juried event, culminating in a gala event on the Friday at the end of the week. The artwork is then auctioned off.

“Sixty percent goes back to the artists, and 40 percent is distributed to the elementary schools, the community center and the Sonoma Valley Museum’s Art Rewards for Students program,” Wicks says with obvious pride. “Last year, we put $120,000 back into the arts in Sonoma.

“It took a couple years for it to get off the ground, but now it’s really successful,” he continues. “Then I was approached to start a similar one in Telluride, Colorado, which I did.”

Art Biz

Wicks’ business-minded approach as much as his painting style is what sold Darius Anderson on creating the investment concept on his behalf. And Wicks himself is satisfied with the result.

“I think that is an unusual opportunity for art collectors to see [a full year’s work],” Wicks says. “I’ve grown tremendously in this year, because painting takes on a kind of momentum when you can do it uninterrupted. The more you paint, the better you get. The amount of concentration I was able to give to my painting really changed my work, and I think that this will be visible in the show when you look at the early paintings versus the ones done later in the year.”

Wicks’ painting style has been favorably compared to Edward Hopper, though his canvases evoke more obvious emotion than Hopper’s austere settings and simple colors.

“It’s an honor to be compared to Hopper,” he says, “but I think if you look at my work you can also see the influences of painters like Sargent, Saroyan and other traditional painters who had a little bravado to their style and paint reality in an impressionistic way.

“There’s a certain twilight that I like and am often looking for,” he says. “I like to paint moods. I lean toward realistic scenes, but I skew everything to a more romantic feeling through light. I paint with a transparent oil that has a lot of varnish in it. This lets the light pass through the oil and gives it a kind of luminosity. When it’s lit up, many of my paintings really do glow.”

Wicks admits that he had to have a certain stamina and disposition to be able to do the sheer amount of work that the year required of him. “I spoke to some of my other artist friends who are in my same league and a lot of them said, ‘I don’t know if I could pull that off. What about the pressure? What if you fail?'”

Wicks chose not to dwell on failure, but rather to glory in the fullness of experience that the year gave him.

“I had the freedom to paint and create anything I wanted,” he exults. “Under normal circumstances, I am under financial pressure each month to supply galleries with what they’re asking for and to attend to the business end of things, which takes up most of my time.”

With the investors’ financial support, Wicks was able to paint much larger canvases than he would normally opt for, producing a number of 6-foot-by-8-foot paintings. He also did far more in-studio painting, instead of the swifter plein air style, which is done in the open air of a natural setting and in a short period of time to capture a specific time of day or mood.

Wick says that the best part is that he now feels he has leverage to begin setting higher prices and getting his work into higher-end galleries.

“This experience was like a catapult. I wanted to raise the level and value of my work, and I feel that I’ve been able to do that.”

Cottage industry: Trained as an illustrator, Wicks cofounded the Sonoma Plein Air Foundation in 2002.

While the investors interviewed agreed that they are not art collectors in any serious way, they got involved because they were sold on the energy of Anderson’s enthusiasm and Wicks’ past work.

Linda Reiff says that she and her husband, Richard Ward, “fell in love” with Wicks’ work when they saw a show of his in San Francisco. When Anderson asked them if they were interested in supporting the concept, she says they jumped at the chance.

“We definitely have an interest and appreciation for the arts, and have made a few minor purchases. My husband was very active and an initial contributor to the di Rosa Preserve and is on their board,” Reiff says from her Napa office. “What really drew us to Keith’s work is that his paintings are very much of place; they’re so vivid and real. My husband and I are both in the wine business, which is also a business of place. The first exhibit we went to was his work of Cuba, which is where my husband and I were married, so we had an immediate connection.”

Mark Emmerson of Redding found a different allure. “What attracted me to the project was the people. I’m not sure investing is the right term,” he says. “I mean, we invested in the arts and in the artist, but most of us liked the other investors Darius brought together, and Keith’s artwork was fantastic. My wife and my tastes are simple, and as I’m getting older, I’m coming to appreciate art more.”

Emmerson and his wife Marisa were drawn to Wicks’ work because it is “warm, has energy and is positive,” he says. “Keith paints places I would like to go to. And he makes a scene look a certain way with light that is inviting and makes you feel good.”

Emmerson says that he was surprised by what developed among the group of investors. “The most enjoyable thing was the memories we have of the folks we participated with, who are a wonderfully warm group of people. We had some great dinners where we’d argue and carouse and have a great time. It’s a passionate group.”

Like Emmerson, Reiff and her husband enjoyed the social aspect of the business relationship. “Not many of us knew each other in advance of the project,” she says, “but the relationships we built will definitely continue. We had a great camaraderie, and the time we’ve been able to spend getting to know Keith and his insights and views and artwork has been extremely rewarding.”

Color Me Green

Even though the financial return on the investment is still in question until the Treasure Island show in September, Anderson considers the concept a success already. Ideally, he hopes they will make close to $500,000 when the show is done, pay back everyone’s investment and give Wicks a return on his year of hard work. Anderson is also gearing up for a second round. This time, Wicks will be one of the investors and will head up the selection process to choose the next artist.

“I’m on the board of directors for the California Artists Club, and I know hundreds of artists,” Wicks says. “We’ll hand-pick one based on the work, their professionalism and [their feasibility] from an investment standpoint. It comes down to the quality of work and its potential for longevity. We have to be pretty selective.”

In the end, Wicks is glad he had those early conversations with Anderson.

“I feel very fortunate,” he grins. “It’s been a fantastic year.”

‘One Year, One Show: A Keith Wicks’ Collection’ exhibits Saturday-Sunday, Sept. 16-17, at Building One on Treasure Island. Exhibit open to the public, 10am-5pm; opening reception, Sept. 16, 6-8pm. RSVP necessary for reception. 415.955.1100, ext. 105.



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Off the Wall

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August 23-29, 2006

2006 Fall Arts Issue:

Santa Rosa Junior College has an outstanding fine-arts faculty and a well-deserved reputation for excellence in training young artists. That said, its on-campus Two Dog Gallery has generally required a compass and a course in orienteering for the ordinary person to find. Tucked back away somewhere closer to the freeway than Mendocino Avenue, the gallery rewarded those who could find it, when they could, if they could. With the highly anticipated opening of the just completed four-story Frank P. Doyle Library on Sept. 15, such secrecy will firmly be a thing of the past.

This state-of-the-art facility totaling 145,000 square feet devotes over 3,500 square feet of the bottom floor to the college’s new art gallery. Not only will everyone be able to find the art gallery, anyone who uses the library at all will soon be intimately familiar with it. Underway in conception and planning since 1993, the Doyle is a green building worthy of the 21st century, utilizing solar energy, enormous amounts of recycled materials in its construction and old-fashioned ice water for its cooling system.

Sacrificing one of the campus’ storied oaks to the construction, college officials were careful to bless and thank the tree upon felling. Cazadero sculptor Bruce Johnson was commissioned to create a work and has crafted the wood into four discrete parts, the result of which is installed on each of the four floors of the library. Santa Rosa funk artist Monty Monty, whose mammoth Whale sculpture lost its home when Motorola’s Next Level Communications closed up shop in Rohnert Park last month, has overseen the installation of his found-object mammal in the new Doyle. The art gallery opens in September with a faculty show. . . .

Speaking of college life, Sonoma State University boasts two exciting new shows, one of which is also housed in the library. At the University Library Art Gallery, look for a small-scale lesson in large-scale public art, as the library imports some panels from “The Grass Family (Gramineae)” by New York public artist Wopo Holup (through Oct.29). Scanned from Common Ground, panels installed along the Brooklyn Queens Expressway–the largest and most expensive public-art project ever commissioned by the state of New York–Grass Family seeks to untangle the multilayered realities of the natural world.

Holup appears on Sept. 19 to inaugurate the University’s second year of the highly popular Art & Conversation series, speaking on the role public art plays in community life with Sonoma County artist Ned Kahn and San Francisco Arts Commission member Susan Pontious.

Across campus at the prestigious University Art Gallery, the season also kicks off with the biannual “SSU Art Faculty Exhibition” (Sept. 7-Oct. 15). Expect to refresh the eye, as the art department there has just added six new faculty members, making this a welcome introduction. Following the faculty exhibit, department chair Michael Schwager curates “On-Line: Contemporary Drawing” (Nov. 2-Dec. 10), culling works from East Coast and Canadian artists, concentrating on the excitement that is once again being felt when pen or pencil is taken to hand. . . .

“Outsider art,” a term that used to refer to untrained artists or “primitive” craftspeople happily puttering around with their own unique genius, and increasingly now refers to differently abled artists, finds exhibition in two venues this fall. The Sonoma Valley Museum of Art curates “Outsider Art: The Creative Necessity” (Sept. 9-Oct. 22), a large exhibition culled from the National Institute of Art and Disabilities.

Co-curated by Sonoma sculptor Jim Callahan and NIAD staffer Gabe Johnson of the Richmond-based center, this exhibit strives to show the commonality of the human experience. In Forestville, the Quicksilver Mine Co. opens “The Bug Show” (Sept. 22-Oct. 29), work in all media by artist clients of Becoming Independent, each of whom interprets the insect world. . . .

The Sonoma County Museum also concerns itself with the natural world, launching “Hybrid Fields” (Sept. 16-Dec. 31), an interdisciplinary avant look at the North Bay’s agricultural heritage, present and future. Some 13 artists participate, including Phoenix, Ariz., artist-farmer Matthew Moore, whose installation of hops is currently growing atop the former pet-grooming building adjacent to the museum. Also included are the Fruta Gratis women, who use windfall fruit as both installation and sustenance. Look for soil tastings (yes, that’s yummy dirt), beer tastings, films and discussions to enliven the discourse. . . .

Elsewhere in Sonoma County, the Barry Singer Gallery, specializing in photography, exhibits selections from its recent acquisitions (through Oct. 28), including work by Cara Barer, John Vanderpant and Ken Light. . . .

The Sebastopol Center for the Arts teams “Instructors and Students” (Aug. 31-Sept. 17) and “Ned Kahn and Bruce Shapiro” (Sept. 21-Oct. 29) and finishes the year with the third of its exhibits of fiber arts (Nov. 2-Dec. 3) . . . .

The Napa Valley Museum examines the “Art of Angling” (Sept. 2-Nov. 5), using works on paper from collector Gary Widman as a launching point. The exhibition includes such unusual events as the chance to make traditional Japanese fish prints, attend a lecture on the area’s watershed or go fishing on Bodega Bay’s “nicest, biggest boat” with artist Gordon Huether and museum executive director Eric Nelson. . . .

The di Rosa Preserve in Napa continues with its “Bay Area Figurative Arts” show (through Sept. 23), highlighting the collection with a panel discussion on the movement Sept. 13. With Rene di Rosa continuing to purchase new work, they launch a “Recent Acquisitions” (Nov. 4-Jan. 6) exhibit to showcase this great collector’s canny eye. . . .

COPIA highlights images of the annual grape crush with winemaking photographs by Sara Matthews (Sept. 15-Jan. 29) and launches its second annual architectural challenge to hunger, CANstruction (Oct. 13-Jan. 1), which last year resulted in a donation of 42,000 cans of edibles to the Napa Valley Food Bank. . . .

Extra points for knowing that the Bolinas Museum is Marin County’s only fine-art institution (extra-extra points for not needing a sign to find it). This season, the museum also showcases outsider art, but the term in this instance refers to en plein air painters (Oct. 20-Nov. 12). Currently, all energies are focused on the annual auction (Sept. 16), which is held in Susie Buell‘s barn, is only $40 and sounds to us like the steal of the season (www.bolinasmuseum.org). . . .

However, the Gallery Route One‘s “Box Show” closing party and auction (Sept. 10) is another hoot highly recommended, while Mill Valley’s O’Hanlon Gallery waxes poetic over the “West Coast Encaustic Artists Exhibit” (Oct. 3-28). . . .

There’s a triple play at the Donna Seager Gallery in San Rafael as it hosts three back-to-back one-woman shows this fall: Devorah Jacoby (Sept. 1-30), Claudia Marseille (Oct. 3-31) and Kay Bradner (Nov. 1-30). . . .

Up the street, Art Works Downtown currently has work by Australian-born sculptor Anne Wienholt (through Sept. 28). Following, look for public art both in the gallery and around downtown by Mark Grieve and colleagues (Oct. 5-Nov. 17).


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Ask Sydney

August 23-29, 2006

Dear Sydney, recently I picked up a conservative Christian paper by mistake, thinking, without really looking, that I was grabbing the Bohemian. What a mistake! As a lesbian, I naturally do not gravitate toward the viewpoints of the Christian Right. How could I? To do so, I would have to be full of self-hatred. And though I certainly dislike myself at times, it’s never because of my sexual orientation. Still, I try to be open-minded, and when I noted that the newspaper was showcasing articles on marriage–specifically gay marriage–I decided to take a browse through the mind of the enemy. What another mistake!

The article was, as you can imagine, entirely offensive to me, but the real clincher came when the author stated that gay people have the same rights as everyone else. They can get married if they want, just like anyone else, he said, they just can’t marry someone of the same sex. Just because pedophiles, the incestuous, polygamists and gays may want to change the laws of marriage, the author continued, doesn’t make it acceptable. I was horrified all over again. That gays could be lumped with the polygamists wasn’t so bad, but in the same sentence as pedophiles?

As a parent, I felt a stab of fear at this sort of rhetoric and was overwhelmed with the desire to grab the entire stack of papers and throw them in the trash. After wrestling with my conscience, I finally opted to leave the newspapers where they were. Still, I walked away feeling unsure of whether or not I did the right thing. Was it my duty to rid the streets of Sebastopol of such blatant crap, or my duty to protect freedom of speech of others–even George Bush’s flunkies?–Horrified in Sebastopol

Dear Horrified: A good friend once told me that one of the most difficult things about having an alternative sexual identity is not learning to shield yourself from the disdain of others, but to learn to overcome your own innate shame in yourself. It’s not so hard in western Sonoma County, where enough people of varied sexual orientations reside that it’s possible to accept oneself without giving too much thought to personal safety or acceptance, where it’s not necessary to hold your lack of shame out in front as if to say, “Fuck you! I am not ashamed!”

Even so, as you have just proven, the hatred can still infiltrate. I understand your impulse to want to rid the streets of such crap, and I also realize that using the old argument–throwing them out would be as bad as a Christian extremist throwing out all copies of the We the People–is a crock of shit. We the People may represent folks with alternative sexual preferences, but they do not, as far as I have ever seen, suggest that the Christian Right and pedophiles should be sent to live on the same island. In other words, they concern themselves with well-being and freedom, not the bashing and destruction of those they may not like.

Just the same, I highly doubt that anyone with an open mind is going to pick up some Christian rag, read about gays and pedophiles not being allowed to marry, and think, “Wow, I see their point.” The only people who will read it and agree already agree anyway, so throwing the papers out doesn’t change anything. Besides, let’s face it, such an act of anger only proves that you let them get under your skin. Best to shake your head and be glad you are not living in a world so small and full of fear, and let it be a reminder to you, and all of us, that as long as we hate each other, nothing will ever truly change.

Dear Sydney, re the column where you asked (Aug. 9). This sounds a lot like, “Would I feel better if I exercised every so often and ate the occasional vegetable? Sure I would. But as a free-thinking rebel, I love smoking my cigs and eating nothing but Sugar Pops. See what an individual I am!” The part that says “I’m sure it would be good for me, but I’m never going to do it” is really insisting that what’s “good” for me is also unpleasant. The surprising revelation is that once you seriously experiment with what’s good for you, you may find that you like it, you prefer it and that the coffee-breakfast addiction was a pretty pathetic excuse for individuality and rebellion.

So here’s my small question: Have you ever tried that “totally boring” meditation enough to know what it is (and by that I mean more than a weekend of fidgeting), or are you just talking from hipper-than-thou stereotypes? Yeah, it sounds totally boring, but people are finding themselves in need of bigger and stranger stimulation to keep from being “bored,” when quieting down is what can make life vibrant and fascinating again.–Ellen

Dear Ellen: When I referred to not meditating, I also mentioned that I was making a sacrifice of my own well-being by not doing so. I understand that meditation, like literature, can help me to recognize the fascinating vibrancy of life. I was merely using my own personal failings as a way to better illustrate that the pursuit of total perfection is a difficult one, often undermined by oneself, and that sometimes by accepting that we are less-than-perfect beings, we can also come to accept that we may have to endure less-than-perfect relationships, and that just because they are not perfect does not mean that we should be afraid to engage in them. I should have been clear, and I apologize if my tendency toward cynicism came across as an affectation. I think meditating is great. I should do it more often.

No question too big, too small or too off-the-wall.


News Briefs

August 23-29, 2006

Rolling Along (Not)

After decades spent steering his wheelchair along the edge of Highway 12 in Boyes Hot Springs, and more than 23 years trying to get Caltrans to improve the situation, paraplegic Jeff Stuhr is taking legal action to force officials to remove concrete sidewalk stairs barring his safe off-roadway progress. He also wants a ramp added to a curb around a nearby Sonoma Valley bus stop. Stuhr’s attorney, Mark Potter of the Center for Disability in Southern California, recently filed a claim for $25,000 against Sonoma County, the first step in pursuing a lawsuit against both the county and Caltrans. Deputy counsel Brian Nussbaum says, “The county can’t pay damages on something it doesn’t own and doesn’t have any control over,” noting that the sidewalk is within Caltrans’ right-of-way. There are ongoing negotiations with Caltrans about having the county maintain these sidewalks, but no agreement has been reached. Three years ago, the steps were torn out for a single day, but were immediately rebuilt. Stuhr has no idea why the stairs, which do not conform to the American with Disabilities Act, were reconstructed rather than replaced with a ramp. “It’s ridiculous,” he asserts. He hopes a lawsuit will prompt either Caltrans or Sonoma County to make the sidewalks accessible to people using wheels.

It’s Not Grass

The North Marin Water District is looking for six good lawns whose owners are willing to replace them with a high-quality synthetic version. “It’s basically for customers who want to have a good-looking yard all year long without any watering or mowing,” explains Ryan Grisso, the district’s water conservation coordinator. The district budgeted $7,200 for a pilot program giving six homeowners rebates of $3 a square foot (maximum $1,200) for replacing water-hungry grass with the faux stuff. “It’s got to be the best looking lawn in a highly visible area,” Grisso explains, “and the customer has to agree not to put the lawn back in.” The no-real-grass restriction will be added to the property deeds. This pilot is just one facet of the district’s conservation efforts that also include a 50-cent-per-square-foot rebate for replacing lawn with drought-resistant native plants.

Houses Everywhere

American Canyon mayor Cecil Shaver was the only dissenter when the city council voted 4-1 recently to go ahead with an environmental impact report and other studies needed for up to 1,400 new housing units in the Oat Hill area. The city is working on a master plan for the 364 acres west of Highway 29. Development could include an elementary school, a fire station, a sports complex and a community building. The area encompasses a hill with a 360-degree view of the surrounding hills and wetlands. Mayor Shaver reportedly disagreed with the need for so many new houses and questioned who would pay for the community facilities.


Wine Tasting Room of the Week

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Invented in a Danish laboratory in the late 1800s, “junket” is a loose pudding made from rennet-riddled dairy, which is served as a dessert. The American press junket, by extension, is a ritual in which journalists are spoon-fed marketing pabulum with the hope that the easily digested message is later excreted intact on the pages of newspapers and magazines. This can leave a bitter taste in one’s mouth unless, of course, said junket occurs in the gorgeous Sonoma County wine country, where wine turns into ink like some prank miracle performed by Christ.

My most recent occasion of professional debauchery was a sneak peek at the forthcoming 10th anniversary edition of the Sonoma Valley Film Festival (aka “Cinema Epicuria,” which sounds more and more like a secret password to me). The day comprised innumerable winery tours, luncheons, meet-and-greets and, finally (at least for me), a pit stop at Kenwood’s Landmark Vineyards.

Now, it’s no secret that I’m a sucker for being wined and dined, or for that matter, wound and downed like a toy top happy to spin. But I do have my highfalutin’-sounding name to protect, so I reserve my bon mots solely for the bon vin. Wonderfully, Landmark has the goods. They also have a horse-drawn wagon that will ride you through the vineyards, which even wowed colleague Spitzy, a veteran reporter for the kind of slicks stacked proudly on coffee tables and shamefully under beds–but that’s another story.

Wines that awakened my gladly wearied palate included the 2004 Overlook Chardonnay, which has hues of nectarine and a bracing minerality that recalls the pleasant aroma of a used paperback–probably something by Hesse. Sourced from over 22 individual vineyards spanning Sonoma, Monterey and Santa Barbara counties, this Chard sounds like a multiple personality disorder in a bottle, but is rather a grape-grown gestalt of California fruit at its finest. Paired with a GruyÈre de Comte, as it was on the junket, life momentarily takes on greater depth ($26; cheese sold separately). A sibling Chardonnay, the 2004 Damaris Reserve ($36) is like a wedge of sour green apple dipped in honey, upon which a rose petal has fallen–and you eat it anyway. A bit precious, but why not?

During the tasting someone asked, “What’s the benchmark for Chardonnay?” to which someone else replied “Who needs a benchmark when you have Landmark?” Tee-hees all around.

Landmark Vineyards, 101 Adobe Canyon Road, Kenwood. Open daily, 10am to 4:30pm. $5 tasting fee, waived with purchase. 707.833.0053.



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