The Art Junket

A gathering of artists

New theme 2019!


envelope-layer1.pngDrum roll, please.    Open the envelope. . . . . .The new theme for the first salon of the next Session is……


(The first salon will be at the end of January.  More information coming soon.)


Root of all fears, evil (the basic cause, source, or origin of something)


Family roots


Tree roots (part of a plant that attaches it to the ground or to a support, typically underground, conveying water and nourishment to the rest of the plant via numerous branches and fibers.)


Root, root for the home team


Rooted in Mexican tradition (establish deeply and firmly)


My dog rooted through the grass.

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Opening Night! 6 – 10 p.m.

4th Annual Art Junket Exhibit: Friday, November 2, 2018

416 26th Street, Oakland, CA

(photos by Kaitlin Fitzmahan Strange)








Salon 5:1 – New Theme!

Calvin and Hobbes

UPCOMING….Ready for a new theme?

I know you are.  You are excited about creating your next art piece.  And, you can’t wait to be challenged by the new theme.

Well, I made us a new theme.  AND…It is secretly stored in my vault. (Just kidding.)

The new theme will be released on November 2nd!  The Opening of the 4th Annual Exhibit.

4th Annual Art Exhibit

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See you Friday, November 2nd! Come for art, music, and food and drink!

This year’s exhibit includes the works of:

Maureen Fitzmahan, Tao Graham, Tony Jones, Brian Nelson, Ana Perches, Taska Sanford, Kaitlin Strange, and Yun Suh.


4:4 Measured out my life with coffee spoons

by Maureen Fitzmahan

Let us go then, you and I…


What does Eliot mean, “I have measured out my life with coffee spoons?”

Is he speaking of being overwhelmed about little issues in life?  Has the stuffed-up toilet in my bathroom ruined my whole day? My whole week?  Is the national news making me crazy?  Am I haunted by the “Drump?”

Mbfitzmahan. Coffeehouse Ballerinas.  Kyoto, Japan.  2017.

Or does the poet mean something more positive.  Do I look at the moments? Appreciating the sun peaking through the San Francisco summer fog.  Do I hear the little voice in the morning asking, “Hey, Meme, do you want to play Legos with me?”  “Come read with me.”

There are parts of my week I feel my life being measured out with coffee spoons.

And then there are days I just need some more coffee.


4:4 The yellow fog


Having trouble with this theme? “Let us go then, you and I…” This is the first of a series of blogs to help get the creative juices moving.

Don’t limit yourself to the first line of this very rich poem.  If you are stuck or uninspired, I recommend that you take a moment to pull a different image from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.

Continue reading “4:4 The yellow fog”

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