DAVe – san francisco sightings


So you may have seen some DAVe stickers like shown above throughout San Francisco over the last several years and wondered what they were all about (here is someone else’s anonymous ramblings on this). I kept seeing these things all over wherever I went so I figured it had to be cool enough that wherever I went, there DAVe was.

Well, after I got my third digital camera, I finally decided to start documenting all the DAVe stickers and postings that I saw (of course about 1.5 years after I saw the great bright-ass big ones in the Mission near Popeye’s or the Makeout Room).

I’ve decided to post all the documented DAVe stickers to a gallery along with information on who the mystery man is.

“I like to think that they’re creatures from, like, a little Smurf world…”
– DAVe

Additional Information:

Dave’s Official Site

Buy his art at HangArt.com

Information on his show at the Base Art Gallery in San Francisco, and a look at what it looked like

San Francisco Chronicle coverage: Man With a Mission – The artist behind the DAVe posters says he’s standing up for art -Is that so?

Christine Lee bought a piece, here’s what she thinks

The Artist-Entrepreneur Project: Dave Warnke

QSF Magazine article – scroll down the page…

“On a lamppost at 11th and Folsom is palm-sized sticker with the word “DAVE” printed on it in black marker. Below “DAVE” is a smiley face. I’ve seen these stickers all over town on telephone polls, garbage cans, parking meters and on the overhang at the entrance to the 16th street BART station. Sometimes the face is inside a balloon, other times in a thought bubble like a comic strip. Sometimes it’s a sperm. Every one seems drawn by hand. I’m waiting for a huge billboard to appear in Union Square or an emergency broadcast over all the radio stations in San Francisco, answering the mystery of “Who is Dave?” Until then, my theory is that it’s a statement about names. “DAVE” reminds of a fellow named “Cameron Joy” who tacked his music and film reviews to telephone polls around Manhattan. He was a good enough writer and had enough tape and staples that people started wanting to know “who was Cameron Joy?” He became a local celebrity, which I’m guessing was his intention. “DAVE” doesn’t seem to want to be special but ubiquitous. The choice of the name is the key. A bunch of smiley faces named “Farnsworth” is cutesy. The name “DAVE” is funny because it’s bluntly ordinary and doggedly everywhere. My four college friends named “Dave” used to begin every get-together by shaking hands and muttering “Dave…Dave…Good to see you Dave.” Someone (or several someone’s) had scattered this skewed social observation all over town, a critic with one thought and a city as its audience. Or it could be some indy band that I haven’t heard of. That happens a lot.”