arts, random, seattle

Western Bridge Gallery

Western Bridge’s fall show looks into the darkness. Works in light, video, photography, drawing, and painting explore light–a basic precondition of all images–and its absence.


On Friday the 15th I went to my first real gallery opening at the Western Bridge Gallery way down on 4th Avenue in what people agreed might be South Seattle. In case anyone is wondering, they had delicious brownies. The gallery is private, I haven’t bothered figuring out what that means yet, so I’m just telling you because it is one of the few things I know. A friend of a friend of a friend is an intern there, people were invited and I came along.

While the exhibit wasn’t bad it didn’t really compete with the night’s prior experience— eating pierogies at the Polish Home Association. Yes, they were pricey, and it costs a dollar just to get in, and I got my food (the simplest order) like ten minutes after everyone else, but it was worth it for that homemade greasy onion topped goodness.

Anyway, the gallery. The exhibit was titled Into Black, which sounded to me like a goth band name. Of everything I saw there the only thing that really struck me was a video by Euan Macdonald. The gallery’s website told me that he:

record[ed] the onset of dusk from a helicopter in his video In the Shadow’s Path

Elba - Claude ZervasIt wasn’t a new idea, and it wasn’t amazing, but it was very nice. The real pull for me was that the film grain was huge, because of the low light and high ISO I’m sure. I can’t say why but I love film grain. The rest of the show wasn’t terrible, but I certainly wouldn’t want any of it in my house… if I had a house. I didn’t look hard, but this was the only image of a piece from the show that I could find. It’s title Elba by Claude Zervas and, well, it’s kind of ugly really, though to be fair I’ve never been too into light art. Something about the cords, though I have been won over before. The problem was that this didn’t very imaginative or remarkable, or subtle.

Mostly what I learned at the Western Bridge Gallery was that I’m always happy to see new art, but I think openings might not be how I want to see it.