So I'll wait another day or two, packing for my trip in the meantime, and reviewing photos of Portland. In my last post, I mainly shared images of the brick architecture that caught my eye -- so much evidence of a wonderful tribe of artisans hanging out in this city in the early decades of the 20th century. Some day, I'll do a bit of research about this -- I'm curious to know why we have so little of this (left?) in Vancouver, comparatively. What social or economic conditions or aesthetic trends and preferences could account for the difference.
I love the way the clean edges of these stolid buildings meet the sky, especially the wintry sky, softened in many places by the rather melancholy beauty of bare deciduous trees. And I'm crazy about the rich, subtle, sophisticated colours, the way they're drawn from the fields and forests and hillsides of the Pacific Northwest.
Dan Corson of fibreglass, steel, a photovoltaic system and LEDs, so that it glows, although I never managed to get back after dark. The sculptures are titled Nepenthes, an acknowledgment of their inspiration in the carnivorous plants more commonly known as Pitcher plants, of which there is one native to Oregon. The plants draw their name for the mythical Greek potion, antidote to sorrow and suffering.