A Peace Card for all ...
...and a new FOG friend!
We carry a collection of Anne's pen and ink cards at the gallery. The line work is fine and the message is strong.
The Vallejo Street Dames
Friday we hosted Sally and Bea, the "Vallejo Street Dames" (both 87). We served wine and John Campbell's flat bread from next door at Sweet Passion Bakery, where he bakes it.
We Love Flowers, we love fun
Meet our architect Tom, our friend Karim – and you know Peter already (the buyer and bundler of flowers).
It's true. We're crazy about flowers. Often we'll hit the flower market early Thursday morning and bring bunches of bouquets to the gallery to sell. Follow us @faroutgallery on Instagram to find out when we'll have them.
Prince Forever
Friends and Neighbors
Meet Robert. Robert lives nearby and stops in the gallery to visit Carmen whenever he can. Carmen always greets him with a kiss and a smile.
Another friend, Dave, discovered FOG this week. A realtor and photographer very much into fashion design, Dave uncovered a passion for fine art when he signed up for an Art 101 class at City College a few years ago. He attended SFSU where he did graduate work in theater arts. Still involved in media and theater productions, rumor has it he put on quite a show at the gallery (starring Dave).
Straight from the supe
Far Out Gallery is a fine art gallery inspired by Ocean Beach and envisioned by the artist Anne Marguerite Herbst. Herbst’s brilliant yet tranquil artwork frequently incorporates a blend of vibrant colors and rhythmical arrangements by hand and fingerprints, representing precisely how she brings a part of her persona into each and every art piece. The gallery is intended to be inclusive and accessible to other artists’ to display their work, and to hold film and music events for the public. Begin your imaginative adventure at Far Out Gallery and allow the art to inspire and clear your mind of all troubles.
–Supervisor Katy Tang
photo by by Fiona Lee/Hoodline
In Our Window
"What are those tiny wonderful things in the gallery window?"
It was a rainy afternoon. Anne sat at her desk, where she had dumped her latest haul of potsherds gathered from the beach. She got out her oils and a tiny brush. This is what happened.
