SOIL’s Loose Leaf: Artists and Writers Make Books Together features three groupings of image makers and word assemblers: Julia Freeman with Stacey Levine, Daniel R. Smith with Karen Finneyfrock, and Ellen Ziegler with Patti Smith and Frances McCue. Freeman gives three-dimensional and darkly cartoonish ballast to Levine’s words, heightening their grand strangeness (feat!). Daniel R. Smith adapts Finneyfrock’s withering poem “What Lot’s Wife Would Have Said (If She Wasn’t a Pillar of Salt)”—she’d have said, fuck you, Lot, and fuck you, bigoted God—into shrewd photographs. And Ziegler invites you to stand under an upturned, disintegrating umbrella where poems and light rain down all around. (SOIL Art Gallery, 112 Third Ave S, 264-8061, noon–5 pm, free)
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This is the best show I’ve seen in Seattle for quite some time. The collaboration between Finneyfrock and Smith is delightful. Like Finneyfrock’s poem the visual art captures a delicate balance between pious sincerity and whimsical defiant humor. From custom made personalized nike shoes, to vintage salt photography prints to helium balloons urging “don’t look back” this is a must see. The visualization of Lots wife turning to look back, her nude figure slowly becoming a pillar of salt, and finally a defiant conclusion with “fuck you, Lot” is a poetic and appropriate companion to Finneyfrock’s original text. I enjoyed the show thoroughly.
This is the best show I’ve seen in Seattle for quite some time. The collaboration between Finneyfrock and Smith is delightful. Like Finneyfrock’s poem the visual art captures a delicate balance between pious sincerity and whimsical defiant humor. From custom made personalized nike shoes, to vintage salt photography prints to helium balloons urging “don’t look back” this is a must see. The visualization of Lots wife turning to look back, her nude figure slowly becoming a pillar of salt, and finally a defiant conclusion with “fuck you, Lot” is a poetic and appropriate companion to Finneyfrock’s original text. I enjoyed the show thoroughly. You can hear the poem here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a62qA7oDU…
Dan Smith, you are the salt of the earth.
You finally have gotten to do something with your preoccupation with the Morton Salt Girl.