Seattle 2.25.10–3.8.10
Visiting Dad and Mary Anne, it was lovely and spring-y. Warm with so many flowering trees and shrubs. But so different from here in the east where the flowers are meted out in doses, Seattle has a veritable cacophany of colored shrubbery. Delightful. This is only the view out Dad’s kitchen window into his yard and beyond.
We went to a farmer’s market in Ballard, rich with sights and sounds, on a warm and sunny Sunday afternoon. Dad had delicious thin crusted pizza. I bought fruits for a compote.
On my last day there we went to the Henry Gallery, part of the U of W. We saw exhibits that ultimately left us drained and exhausted, but not in a good way. There were few highlights but here are a couple. Kiki Smith, a sculptor, was exhibiting photography which showed much more of her dark process, maybe views, than I really wanted any part of.
Here’s Dad taking a little breather and watching some youth moving through the lobby.
Then in another gallery a selection from the museum’s permanent collection. There were a couple of items worth photos, but this poster struck me. A commentary on native americans’ mixture of historic and current culture. The apple reference is to people who are red on the outside and white on the inside.
I like the contrast of elements: ink drawing of dogwood, traditional art in upper right, brushy ink figure, graphic poster.
