I attended the Art Market San Francisco opening night party a while back and as usual, did not notice any of the art. How could I when there are so many shiny people who themselves, are walking works of art? Above: He waltzed around like a proud peacock and was accompanied by an eldery woman who spilled her wine and giggled at everything he did. I thought to myself, "oh my god, that old lady is ME from the future." Medium; graphite in moleskin sketchbook, digital color.