From the outside, Seattle Design Center is tan brick, with an arched entryway, like a nice, modernist 1970s furniture warehouse. Inside, on both sides of a wide main aisle, unfurls a luxury mall. It stretches beyond a lush indoor fountain, past glassed-in designer rooms sparkling with lonely chandeliers, through a skylit atrium with a stand where the cappuccino is said to be good despite that nobody is there to drink it, up a spiraling flight of stairs meant for dramatic entrances and exits, over a sky bridge, and into another atrium ringed with showrooms. ...
Seattle Design Center
This is the upside of the down economy, similar to Seattle Storefronts, the program that inserts art into empty retail spaces in Pioneer Square. At Seattle Design Center, dozens of artists get to spread out like kids in an abandoned mansion. Dangling down a big wall is a pair of super-skinny, super-flat outfits (his and hers), like an American Gothic filtered through Edward Gorey, by Larry Calkins. On the facing wall, in a mural-sized crowd scene by Brian Murphy, dripping, larger-than-life characters jostle with each other on a busy street.
Tonight, Joe Reno will be eccentrically present and signing books. A "casual art discussion" involving wine called Salon Anon Anon will happen. You'll get to see CoCA's annual group exhibition, this year juried by Portland artist MK Guth.
Courtesy the artist
WHEELS WALLPAPERJustin Mata's interior-decorating portrait of deflation is one of the grand prize winners at the CoCA annual.