The china cabinet is no longer leaning securely: It's plastered up on the wall with red tape, pitching toward the floor, its doors flung open. There's a maze of broken white china on the floor, and the few remaining cups and saucers on the shelves just about quiver, they're so ready to fall. What's going on in the rest of the house? Seattle sculptor Sean Johnson's allegorical objects—his newest are about his parents (the economy hit them hard), being a kid, and the myths of growing up—can be obvious, it's true, but they can also be as perfectly contained as parables. (Howard House, 604 Second Ave, 256-6399. 10:30 am–5 pm, free.)