Forgiving the subject verb agreement on this one, because it’s plain lovely.
Might be the best yard flair in Seattle, these carousel ponies. Not shown: giant coffee cups, elephants, horses made of engine parts, concrete hands and bunny-eared trees. Down the street, there’s still a Disneyana fiberglass deer, sun-faded and smiling with its eyes.
The yards of Seattle give lie to the perception of its populace as cold. What is mistaken for ice is reserve, caution. How serious can you be with a giant metal chicken in your garden?
In Los Angeles, it’s said that there’s an uptick in outside-type art because of an exhibition. If this is so, then I’d expect to see a hell of a lot more Olmec heads and Balinese graf round these parts. Who’s game?
I don’t know about you, but this new League of Urban Gardeners/Neighborhood Watch composite is giving me the creeps.
Thanks, Chain Link Fence Gallery, now I don’t have to queue up to see any of that tra-la-la and dab-dab painterly business at the DeYoung.
You got some moxie, kid, but you’ve got a lot to learn about art handling.
Someone let us know if this is still mounted to a construction wall at Embarcadero 1ish.
Logical conclusion: lose the negative space and no one will feel the critical impulse.
This reminds me of a game I used to play with my gramma—she’d draw a squiggle, and then I’d make a picture out of it. In spraypaint.