Yesterday, October 23rd, was the Opening Reception for Then and Now: Photography at the San Francisco Art Institute 1945- Present. "In celebration of the pioneering spirit, rich history, and current energy of fine art photography at the San Francisco Art Institute, 24 current graduate photography students created work in response to alumni work made during the early years of the school’s photography program. Primary source materials, including several original silver gelatin prints, held in the Anne Bremer Memorial Library were consulted. Current student work and selected alumni work from the library’s collection will be displayed in the gallery together. As a whole, the exhibition meditates on the continuities and differences in the conceptualization and practice of fine art photography from the beginnings of the country’s first fine art photography program to today, and the potential for visual archives to inform and inspire contemporary image making." The show was a success. We brought snacks, wine, live ragtime music with a lovely voice and guitar (Toni's Berkeley friends), and a number of alumni and faculty and students wandering in and out between and after classes. The Diego Rivera gallery itself is a sight to behold. The wall on the right as you enter is a painting of a painting, extremely large mural made by Diego himself several decades ago, probably before Ansel Adams even came to initiate the photography program here. The loveliest things about it is the woman that may have been his ode to Frieda, the only one in the mural and also the draftsman for the "mural" plans in the mural. Anyway, back to the show. My piece was a photograph I took in 2006 when I was a senior at the University of Oregon studying Literature. I had just moved into the Florence Apartments where my coworker (now my ex boyfriend) lived on the 3rd floor and I was on the 2nd, and we would repeatedly run into each other in the halls, until I invited him over for something I was baking in the oven, and between that and a very old algebra book, well things happened. And then many years later I have some good times and many miserable ones, but there are these photographs, and since he was (is) quite handsome, many of the photographs, especially from this initial good stage, are just beautiful. This photo was in response to one I found in the library archives by an unknown student. I chose it for its mood. A face, covered half in shadow, playing jazz on a bass. We assume it is jazz. The portrait has that mood- that in-between, melancholy, spiritual and slightly out of this world mood that I trace in many of my photographs. When I saw it I knew it would converse best with my work, and then I went home, uncovered my chest of photographs, and with a beer traced my hands and eyes over each and every one of them until I had a small pile, and a smaller pile, and finally had chosen the one photograph that I felt carried that emotion I was looking for: something...something...untitled.