Visual Art WACK! and Seattle Art Museum
posted by on October 2 at 15:00 PM
Curious about why the huge historical feminist exhibition “WACK! Art and the Feminist Revolution” chose Vancouver, B.C., as the Northwest stop on its U.S. tour (it opened in L.A., went to N.Y. and D.C., and opens in Vancouver Saturday) instead of, say, Seattle, I called Seattle Art Museum chief curator Chiyo Ishikawa.
SAM had a chance to take “WACK!,” Ishikawa said. The exhibition was offered to SAM. But SAM already had its own show of Salish art scheduled. The Salish show had been bumped twice already, first to make way for an exhibition of Spanish art a few years ago, and then for the museum’s expansion. “WACK!” got pushed out by a traffic jam.
That’s a drag considering that SAM just expanded its building precisely in order to solve its perennial traffic-jam problem, especially in order to take important shows like “WACK!” Regardless of whether “WACK!” turns out to be a great show, it is a landmark in the history of art, and an amazing catalyst to talk about everything from race to gender to international relations smack in the middle of an election year. This is Seattle’s loss.
The revolution is over yet.
Revolution yet over is the.
If it's stopping in Vancouver, BC, then it's not exactly a "US" tour, is it?
Officer Stunned was beyond reproach.
O securitee' specialist from the way back era, eros and in particle physio-dyanmatronietique'...
the cameras stopped.
There on the floor was a naked man upside down.
In his hand was a Rolling Stone Book.
The kind of Rolling Stone TOO large to mistake.
A coffee table book designed, jacket of hand drawn caricatures displaying tiny tell tale signs of post humous thank you letters done.
On cocktail napkins, the brides sillouette.
The wedding dress lay strewn about the cathedral like a taffeta of silk placed gently before court.
No where before the magistrate was the evidence of date, time or placement of the groom....
...and the groom had disapeared.
As the moon waxed suddenly from behind the wisp of a cloud, outside a cyclist speeding by grasped the yellow bannana tie-ra blue diamond that had been neatly placed in the small opening carved into the wooden lightpole.
Laughing maniacally.. he dropped it into the waiting cup of soda that had been left on the sidewalk next to the black x chalk spot beside the leaflet and moss.
As the fog swept around the water-tail of the cyclists rear wheel... she reached out from the shadow of the pole and plucked the diamond from the cup.
\\Consumate'.
1970's feminist art is just a little too dated and didactic for me. I keep hoping that SAM will show work that is much more contemporary. They are pretty hit or miss on that. But I guess the '70s would be a step closer than the Impressionists.
"We need this art show to talk about race and gender and international relations"
WTF?
PC, I'm getting it. Jen's tic is overdramatization: "precisely," "perennial," "important," "landmark," "amazing," "everything," "international," "loss." Jen, you can work on this, and you should.
I think it's a great excuse to go visit Vancouver. It's unfortunate it's not stopping here though.
@7: Compared to some other Slog Editors, I really think Jen tends to be quite restrained.
SAM continues to disappoint...boo.
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