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around at last night's
Critical
Mass--Seattle's in for a week of clear skies! Unbelievable. Yes, it will be colder than usual and the air might get a little brown without our normal cleansing precipitation, but that's the price one pays for rejuvenating sun. I met Sarah at Seattle Art Museum's newly opened (though unfinished) Sculpture Park which straddles a highway and railroad tracks down by Eliott Bay. The best work there are the Olympic Mountains themselves, snowcapped and sharp above the broad expanse of Puget Sound. We bumped into Mark Sullo and his friend Susan--just the kind of casual social encounter Jan Gehl attributes to active public spaces. It's great to see people of all ages flocking somewhere to be confronted by art, the word sculpture on everyone's lips. Being there, I began seeing everything as sculpture–mountains, people, construction cranes, the sky itself a mold pressed against the earth's surface. The park is a sculpture as well–what I'd thought was solid ground turned out to be the green roof of a parking garage. Olympic Sculpture Park sets a good example of what should be done with Seattle's shoreline at a time when its fate is being decided: NO VIADUCT, NO TUNNEL, NO PROB- LEM! |
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