Roses are an iffy subject, lost to associations. But there is
something otherworldly about Bing Wright’s white roses in almost unbearably soft grayscale backgrounds. These roses are
redeemed, new, and about to die, separated from their vases and plunked
facedown or present only in the form of scattered petals. Wright’s
style is both classical and conceptual (he’s also a modernist, after
his parents, Seattle modern-art
supercollectors Virginia
and Bagley Wright); it’s a perfect match for the impeccable James
Harris Gallery. (James Harris Gallery, 309-A Third Ave S, 903-6220.

11 am–5 pm, free.)

Jen Graves (The Stranger’s former arts critic) mostly writes about things you approach with your eyeballs. But she’s also a history nerd interested in anything that needs more talking about, from male...