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Mollie Bryan, the proprietress of the late, lamented MOKEDO art-and-bleepy-music space where I had my 50th birthday party, regularly produces shows of projection art. One such show going on this week is at the grain terminal at pier 86 here in Seattle, sponsored by Friends of Art on Pier 86. I gotta love that acronym. (See link for dates & artists' names.)
It had been ages since I took my son to an art thing, so after a burger together in South Lake Union, we bopped on down to Myrtle Edwards Park. Pro tip: it's pretty breezy right on the shore of Puget Sound, so you need to dress more warmly than I did. I didn't suffer too terribly, though. The Wendling and I walked most of the length of the park in the dark, managing not to get run over by the infrequent bicyclists. Another pro tip: wear lights; you'd think that as a Burner I'd know better, but neau.
The projectors were a pair of big things up on scaffolding to reach over trees, powered by a honkin' generator. The projectors were aimed at the south wall of the tall, boxy building with lots of windows that contains several grain hoppers. M'boy & I were the only ones around watching the video loop, and it did not disappoint. Part of it was a sort of visual history of the city; another part did a clever, trippy visual riff on the windows. As I told the Wendling, certain pharmaceuticals might have enhanced the experience.
Despite the cold wind and the non-trivial walking, my son didn't complain. Maybe, just maybe, he was into the art, too. Culchah? Check. Parenting? Check.
It had been ages since I took my son to an art thing, so after a burger together in South Lake Union, we bopped on down to Myrtle Edwards Park. Pro tip: it's pretty breezy right on the shore of Puget Sound, so you need to dress more warmly than I did. I didn't suffer too terribly, though. The Wendling and I walked most of the length of the park in the dark, managing not to get run over by the infrequent bicyclists. Another pro tip: wear lights; you'd think that as a Burner I'd know better, but neau.
The projectors were a pair of big things up on scaffolding to reach over trees, powered by a honkin' generator. The projectors were aimed at the south wall of the tall, boxy building with lots of windows that contains several grain hoppers. M'boy & I were the only ones around watching the video loop, and it did not disappoint. Part of it was a sort of visual history of the city; another part did a clever, trippy visual riff on the windows. As I told the Wendling, certain pharmaceuticals might have enhanced the experience.
Despite the cold wind and the non-trivial walking, my son didn't complain. Maybe, just maybe, he was into the art, too. Culchah? Check. Parenting? Check.
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Date: 2018-12-19 10:00 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2018-12-19 10:08 pm (UTC)From:The last night is the 21st. Sadness.