Sutro Bleu

I can't stop thinking about the words Sutro Bleu. Sutro Bleu is an art movement that exists between two people, one person whose life has branched into other areas, and whose life only crossed with mine in the silhouette of a boyfriend, who I dated for a month or more. His roommate Victor and I met up in San Francisco when I was there for work and he was passing through, and we went to the abandoned and ocean-washed Sutro Baths.

And, over dinner and after viewing the ocean, we created an art movement, Sutro Bleu. I recalled it the other day with friends, while we were talking about something to do with their lives, and Sutro Bleu came to me. And it was totally, and utterly, mine. It's mine, and it's originally and inspirationally mine. It felt like some identity, some value, something solid and there. And, strangely, it had been gone, muffled under the waves of life, for almost five years. Why did it just come up, suddenly, and why is it now, persistently, in my thoughts? Sutro Bleu, Sutro Bleu, what are you saying?

If I take it like a dream: an art movement, a character named Victor who, with me, created something originally ours, something that ties in with who I am; a person who grew up near the oceans of SF, with water in her back yard. And with France, and the beauty of France, the fun of European Travel, and who we want to be.

I think that'll be my new design name. Sutro Bleu. Should it be my blog name, too?

- P