Seattle-Bound
Once again, I am off to explore our sister city. Tonight the concert with Finland’s Vladislav Delay, Loscil, Son of Rose and the Phonographers Union all under one roof (the Broadway Performance Hall, starts at 7!), and tomorrow it’s the Seattle Art Museum. I’m heading up with my friend David and we’ll possibly be camping at another friend’s house…but we’ll probably make a few other quick stops while we are there as well.
Heading up north makes me think about my travels this same time last year, to New York. And the talk of the town is that I have fallen in love again with Richard Serra. Mind you, I have seen his works numerous times, including one of the more amazing solo shows this time last year called Rolled and Forged at Gagosian. All that steel, pushing against the pristine and cavernous gallery walls. Processing the path of the audience, developing inpenetrable mazes. A spectacle, always. He’s the eternal rockstar in the art world. The man of steel! If only perfectionism was an understood virtue this near septegenarian would take the entire dessert case! I feel like strange kin to this man. Anyhow, I should start planning a trip to see his latest miracle. Away I go…
ADDENDUM: The show was fantastic and I’m going to write about it in another venue, which I will link soon. And if Richard says he loves the Sculpture Park here in Seattle, so be it, it will be a must-see after breakfast today.
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May 24th, 2007 at 11:35 am
For anyone intersted in Serra’s work……
I highly recommend the M.I.T. press book “Richard Serra” (October Files).It’s an exemplary discursive series of essays.
May 24th, 2007 at 8:09 pm
There’s also a decent article on him in the NY Mag here:
http://nymag.com/arts/art/profiles/32110/
I just finally went and saw his piece up at the new sculpture park in Seattle. I was a little disappointed in it simply because the space was made so specifically for that piece. Serra’s work is meant to disrupt space, and the sculpture park just made his work too safe. Still a great piece overall though, and you are so correct in calling him the “eternal rockstar in the art world.”
May 24th, 2007 at 10:02 pm
Rock on, TJ! I went to a performance of the Phonographer’s Union once and loved it. Say hi to the Finns for me too! Sigh….
May 26th, 2007 at 7:30 pm
Chris - If you have a copy I would love to peruse it!
Calvin - It’s a steely world, the squeaky wheel + all that…
Hilary - It was pretty incredible, the show, the tease of beats..and all the stillness.
January 15th, 2008 at 1:06 pm
Part 2 - Title Change
Part 2 of the first ever Blog Comments Novel
by Zach Logan
After consluting Sienna Miller’s publicist, the title of this story has been changed from, “Factory Girl,” to “Sienna Miller has left Seattle.” Sienna has been contacted and final approval is pending. The title is a much better fit to the events that are about to unfold, and relinquishing the pressure that a novel entitled “Factory Girl” would present is a relief, to be sure, or my name isn’t Zach Logan.
Sienna drove a thousand miles an hour and arrived in Portland in a thousand hours. (She had, after all, several stops to make along the way. Thousands, actually.) She had a thousand different types of gum in the trunk of her environmentally friendly ride. Sienna Miller enjoyed sentences with the word “thousands” in them.
Her publicist told me that. He said, “Construct sentences with the word “thousands” in them. Ms. Miller will love you for it.” The publicist told me some other words too, for inclusion in the story, and naturally, I will.
Portland was just her speed. Her first stop was a fast food restaurant where she ordered soda and a salad. Her second stop was the zoo where she performed miracles with the walrus. Upon Sienna’s arrival, there was not a walrus to be found in the zoo that day, which was another miracle, because Sienna did indeed work with the Portland Zoo Walrus that day.
“Richard Serra designed my bicycle.” Edie never met Richard.
The factory doors opened and the throngs of dead angels who’d arrived for the tour funneled in. Tunneled in, with extraordinary and metaphysical efficiency. It was a sound and valid gathering. Impregnating the space with spirit-collective-magnifique of the underworld and the other world and the end times of the afterworld.
It was Andy.
Designed by Richard.
Visited by and observed by Sienna.
And documented by me, Zach Logan, the world’s first ever Blog Comment Section Novelist.
Part 2 has now ended.