I recently found myself at the outdoor international arrivals waiting area at San Jose Airport. On a concrete wall I found this intriguing pattern. After some thought, I decided there was probably a sign here that has fallen down or been removed. The pattern of squiggles was probably made by the adhesive that once held it up. Unintended art.
Going back through old photos I found a number I took during Art Trails a couple years back at one of the several potters who participate in Art Trails, Sonoma County's largest open studio event, which takes place in October each year (I'll be participating myself, starting in 2014). This is a shelf in a kiln. Unintended art. Serendipitous art.
This is not the first time I've photographed the asphalt patching on the cracks in the channel that gives Channel Dr. in Santa Rosa its name. Here's another view. The water level is low. The water is a strange yellow that adds to the abstract effect of the stark black against the concrete. Unintended art.
I recently found myself sitting behind a gaudily deteriorating truck at a stop light. I liked the colors but also the strange shadows. The light was such that the horizontal bars threw distinct shadows but it was difficult to see the bends in the metal responsible, so the shadows seemed somehow disconnected from the objects making them.
San Francisco's Ocean Beach is a long stretch of flat, monotonous, grey sand, but it forms small dunes along the roadway that parallels the water. These little dunes are fascinating. I love the patterns created by tiny sand slides, the wind-molded ripples, the lines made by insects walking across the surface. Unintended art, serendipitous art.
I noticed this folded napkin left behind on a restaurant table. I love the folds. Looked like art to me. I just had time to get out my camera and photograph it before the busboy took it away from the table next to me.
A little serendipitous art found right at home. Working at my desk, I looked up and across the room to see light coming in from a window with blinds leaving shadows on a black backdrop. Unintended art.
Visiting art galleries usually involves looking at works of art on the walls or on pedestals, but I look at the floors, too. I found this interesting texture on the floor of Hammerfria Gallery in Healdsburg recently. Unintended art.
I recently attended an opening at Hammerfriar Gallery, in Healdsburg. There was much good art to look at, but I noticed this marking in a corner of the gallery's floor. It looked like art to me. Unintended art, serendipitous art.
Recently on business in the Haight in San Francisco I had a little time between appointments to wander the streets. I found this patch of spilled blue paint run over by a tire atop a bright yellow street marking of some kind. I thought it an interesting abstract composition. Unintended art, serendipitous art.
In the museum store at San Francisco's De Young Museum are many things for sale--among them an easel equipped with a whiteboard and colored, erasable markers. One of these easels is set up in the store, and people play with the markers. Whenever I visit, I like to see what's there. Here's a view from about a month ago--surely gone by now. Ephemeral, unintended, serendipitous art.
A red plastic salad bowl (continuing the theme of my previous post) sitting on a wooden chair looked like art to me. I like the way the direction of the bowl's concavity is hard to interpret. Unintended art, serendipitous art.