MOONLIGHT ALL DAY By Evan Blackwell, at Leary Gallery.
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  • MOONLIGHT ALL DAY By Evan Blackwell, at Leary Gallery.

Leary Gallery does not look like an art gallery and it probably will not be a gallery for very long. It looks like a wood-frame, one-story office building with an atrium in the center, built in approximately 1970, and that is precisely what it is. It just so happens that nobody wants their offices there right now, so the building's 5,040 square-foot maze is being used for art. When somebody wants to rent at market rate, no more gallery. Nobody knows when that will be.

I couldn't believe it when this happened. But while I was wandering through the various-sized rooms of varying light levels that orbit the fishbowl of the atrium, I was reminded of two magical museums that have gardens in the center: the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston and the Frick in New York. Now look, those places are literally a castle and a mansion, and this 1970 office building in industrial Ballard has pieces of white paper taped onto the walls to make them look like legit art-gallery walls, so yes, the comparison is a stretch. But it did come to mind.

CANT POP THIS Glass bubble wrap (detail).
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  • CAN'T POP THIS Glass bubble wrap (detail).
There is a lot of art, mostly paintings and sculptures in all mediums. The quality is wildly uneven but there's enough good stuff to tip the scale. Randy McCoy, the pop-gestural painter, is the organizer, and his works are included. Carole d'Inverno's pale collages whisper, so I leaned in to hear. Evan Blackwell's moon made of drinking straws hangs in a window, the light flowing through it and making it glow at any hour the actual moon will not. There's a sculpture by an artist just known as "il" with the title Adrift in a Sea of Indefinite Postponement of Immediate Gratification. The piece is a slab of glass, cast in the form of a scrap of bubble wrap. Linda Davidson set up a display so that you have to peer through a tiny opening in a graffiti/cave painting to witness the great green outline of a mastodon on the glass atrium wall. The geo-puzzle paintings of Mary Iverson perform optical hypnosis anywhere, but hanging on fake wood paneling, they look perfectly period. Cue prog rock, settle in.

May 10 is the closing party for this show, from 6 pm to "late."