One whole wall at Catherine Person this month is lined with Colleen Hayward's new ink paintings, which look like sheer, woven, windblown fabrics frozen in time and isolated.
They remind me of this 1929 Josef Albers photograph, ostensibly of laundry, but really of shapes at maximum inhalation, pumped up into lungs on the verge of exhaling.
But they also remind me of this scene on Broadway, at the construction site for the new light rail station, where there are big black clouds, in a state of arrest.
And, of course, of this great video by Matt McCormick of Portland, The Subconscious Art of Graffiti Removal.
Happy windy Tuesday.