21st CENTURY ART, C.E. - B.C.
"...the geometry is the light..."
Julie Custer, Jill Foote-Hutton, Jann Garitty, Horst,
Andy Jordan, Sharon Kallis, Shannon Kirby, Barbara Meneley, Teresa
Redden, Connie Sabo, Jennevieve Schlemmer, Robin Worley and Mary Welch,
curator
CLOSET
Sharon Kallis
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Plastic and dog hair
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Mary Welch
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Tinned copper and pearls
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Connie Sabo
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Newspaper
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"Is it better to be caged and freed, than never to have been caged at
all?" Barbara
Meneley
You
know my cat
well enough to know
that he is as
opinionated
as
a cheetah, a snow leopard, a yeti,
whose white paws tap at the
universe,
the
objects of perception.
It upsets Shiva-purna
to see those
twelve 22
foot dresses
(hanging in our Great Hall the "living room,"
Closet, if
you
will, in this 100 year old nunnery
that supports Shiva-purna's perch
and my
eyrie)
made of felted, bright wool, layer upon layer of reds,
yellows, and a shade as dark as a Siamese cat's ears;
made of
clear plastic and
dog-hair, ballooning like Marie
Antoinette's ball gown; made of a
slim column of
silver mist,
dissolved by sunlight, buttoned with black pearls; made
of dark,
scented, diamond cuts of ecologically-to-be-treasured Scotch-broom;
constructed of stained-glass-mullioned-window trim beneath a dimpled
scarlet
silk; made of a torso-ed chandelier, shimmering with
white-thread-weaving
crystals;
made of tightly twisted-living-newspaper
stories --
a kimono,
thirty feet long, its train splaying out across the ancient, saged
boards;
made
of
slim rusted-wire, a mannequin-ghost, its drooping,
sleeve-arms snaking
around the polished floor;
made of saris and ties, a
peacock-tailed-phoenix;
made of
ceramic, a white-bodiced, hearted-paean; made of
white-polypropylene
crochet
with blue-belting-straps feathered to enclose the blouse;
made of pale
blue-gray canvas
and white, a medieval nuns gown with pomegranate
heart.
Shiva-purna,
atop the balcony wall, gazes and gazes
as if he
expected the
out-sized birds to move about.
He is stunned by their immobility and
silence.
He hops down, hunkers in the well at the top of the stairs,
meows
to go
home.
So intense is his desire to return
to his furred,
brown velvet
pillow
that he learns to paw open the dead weight
of the fire
door.
Tomorrow, he crouches again in the hall,
guarding the door to the
"Closet"
begging to be let in to face his terror.
One morning,
a
bird perched
on the west shoulder of the kimono.
Shiva-purna strained forward.
Before he can sprout wings,
I open the door, toss him
toward home.
Installation images copyright © 2004
Roger Steen
Shiva-purna image copyright © 2004 Mary Welch
"It Upsets My Cat" Copyright © Jan Haag 2004
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Jan Haag may be reached via e-mail: jhaag@u.washington.edu