Zoltar in a bubble is our stand-in microcosm, an observer, perhaps a placeholder. The chair is said to belong to “the pensive cowboy” and the sparseness of the vista recalls the lonely campsite on a windswept plain. The cowboy is resting, but also thinking, and gazing upon his view of the vista.
This installation was staged as a popup within a popup. The gallery itself is on a long term timeline, as exhibitors come and go. The current bookings are such that the main events will come in the future. Today’s staging (August 11, 2019) was more in the vein of an opening ceremony. That’s a smudge stick in the center, a bundle of sage, for those who know native rituals.
The allusion to Music World is arcane and relates to my colloquial name for this installation: Yellow Snow. Those of us reared on Frank Zappa albums will recall the whole story, a lyrical masterpiece of sorts. In this instance, some of the “molecules” are clearly yellow and may represent whites that have been imbued with this color, thanks to the activities of some turf-marking animal.
I had just been dog sitting, and came again to wonder at the intricacy of the ritual, which in an urban sidewalk setting seems to have less to do with marking turf than with making asynchronous contact and sharing autobiography through chemical signature. The theme was fresh on my mind when it came time to bless this new popup gallery, dedicated to the theme of lattices (matrices) and C6XTY (a brand of synthetic lattice), a subclass of Flextegrity, an invention (and company) by Sam Lanahan.
You’ll find the gallery half way between the old U.S. Customs House and the Pacific Northwest College of Art, both on the south park blocks. The gallery is one street east of the park blocks, and connects SW Burnside with Union Station. Go by Train.