Archive for September 25th, 2009

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For the past several months, the buzz here in T-town has centered around the Luzon building on Pacific Avenue, a 119-year old structure that, depending on whom you ask, is either an architectural gem or a decaying eyesore. (As you can probably guess, I fall into the first category.) Above is an image of the Luzon in its infancy; this photo is printed from a turn-of-the-century glass plate negative found in Jessica Spring’s attic (and is part of her artist book, Parts Unknown). The thing about the Luzon that has made it such a sore spot around here is that it’s not just a living piece of history—at the time it was built, it was something of an engineering marvel. Co-designed by Daniel Burnham, who went on to design the Flatiron Building in New York and became one of the pioneers of modern multi-story structures, the Luzon was one of the first buildings in America to have steel columns. That makes it a direct ancestor—the great grandpappy, if you will—of the American skyscraper itself.

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This is the sorry state of the Luzon today. Even though it is on the National Register of Historic Places, and is one of only two Burnham & Root buildings remaining on the West Coast, it has been allowed to decay, apparently beyond the point of no return. While each of many redevelopment schemes over several decades has fallen through, the building has become increasingly derelict. Now that the adjacent property—which provided structrual stability—is long gone, the Luzon is crumbling under its own weight. The City has even closed the surrounding streets in case of a collapse.

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Oh, and there’s a tree growing out of it. I don’t think that was part of the original plan.

Well, whether it was a ploy to get around the Historic Register for a development scheme, or the powers that be just dragged their feet for too long (or some combination thereof), the detractors are finally getting their wish. The building is slated for demolition tomorrow morning. So now everyone (including me) has got the Luzon on the brain.

Last week the inimitable RR Anderson (who has a few choice words himself about the Luzon’s fate) challenged me to compete in his weekly sidewalk chalk contest, the Frost Park Chalk Challenge. I was looking for an outlet for my Luzon frustration, so I accepted. I grabbed a hunk of charcoal, a handful of communal Crayola chalk, and headed for a highly visible chunk of concrete wall to create a public altarpiece.

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My little Ascension doodle earned me a lot of comments from passers-by and the title of BEST ILLUSTRATOR IN THE UNIVERSE (OF TACOMA) for the week (thanks, guys!).

But sidewalk chalk isn’t exactly archival, and I wanted to make a somewhat more lasting statement. Here’s where letterpress comes in. Jessica and I were commissioned to design and print this year’s poster for Art At Work Month, hosted by the City. So since the theme for the overall Art At Work design this year is “ghost signs,” we decided the poster would be the perfect opportunity for a little cameo.

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The original posters are letterpress printed in an edition of 100, and will be sold by the City in November, as part of the festivities. But a reproduction will also be inserted into every Art At Work brochure—over 10,000 of them. So come November Burnham’s gift to Tacoma will be long gone, but it’ll feel good to know that we did our part to make sure the Luzon is everywhere we turn—at least for a little while longer.

One of the things I miss the most about living in Minneapolis is the Minnesota State Fair. Where else can you find cheese curds, dairy cows, hand-carved butter effigies of beauty queens, and seed-mosaic portraits of Farrah Fawcett, right in the middle of a major city? Since in my mind you can’t really top that, I wasn’t planning to visit the Puyallup Fair—this region’s answer to The Great Minnesota Get Together—this year. That is, until I learned that there would be a Charley Harper exhibit there.

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Yes, that’s right. Thirty-six originals by one of my favorite illustrators artists, next door to that thing about Weird Al’s brain and the booth hawking teriyaki doughnut pies—or whatever—on a stick.

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The exhibit was a little hard to find, tucked away on the second floor of the pavilion building, amongst the 4-H entries, prize-winning quilts and glass cases of semi-mummified, weirdly archaeological cross-sections of blue-ribbon baked goods and Spam-dinner specimens (I kid you not). And to send the whole experience completely over the top, the artwork was displayed on the kind of faux-wood paneling found in every 1970s-remodeled, Midwestern finished basement. Definitely a change from your average trip to the museum.

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But you know what? That made the experience so much better. For one thing, I can’t exactly imagine Harper’s work adorning the walls of the National Gallery or the Met (not that they’d let him in; he’s an illustrator, remember?)—his punny titles and down-to-earth sensibilities would seem out of place there, despite the level of sophistication in his design. For another, the kitschy atmosphere was a perfect, unwitting match for Harper’s retro style, and  just heightened his sense of tongue-in-cheek humor; I think he would have approved (especially of the wood paneling).

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There are so many things to love about Charley Harper. Not only are his pieces completely timeless (a classic never goes out of style, after all), but his images are dead on (just like Andrew Wyeth, though in his own, completely different way). Every line, shape, and color is carefully considered, and nothing is accidental. Harper was able to distill all of nature into simple, geometric shapes, and yet everything is still immediately recognizable, and absolutely perfect. The precision of his design sense is closer to architecture than illustration, but his images convey so much warmth you can’t help but smile.

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So if you’re local, get into the cheese-curd spirit, head down to The Big Fantastic, and check out the exhibit, which runs through Sunday. If you’re not, visit your local library or snuggle up to Google Images and spend an hour with Charley Harper. He’ll make your day, I guarantee it.