I traveled to Seattle, Washington to check out the impressive clay collection at Seattle Pottery, visit museums, and experience the scenery and culture of the Pacific Northwest.
I flew Alaskan Airlines and the neon lighting swayed my 80’s baby heart. The mountain ranges were spectacular.
Seattle’s downtown library is an enormous cage of glass angles, and the vast atrium flooded natural light for groups of readers. It’s a futuristic space to get lost in and discover art installations tucked between levels while traveling the illuminated elevators that lead through the 10-story building.
I bought a snow globe with a replication of the library. At a reduced scale the impressive structure resembles an abstract bookstack.
Seattle Pottery sells over forty varieties of low to high-fire clays, and beautifully sculpted tools that’s art in its own right. I chatted with the store owner and learned they knew of Armadillo Clay, Austin’s local ceramics shop.
I purchased a texture comb, slicing tool, and cow’s tongue (a rib for platters and wide bowls) that I’m eager to work with. I also paid for a golden clay, and an iron-oxide rich clay that fires black. Seattle Pottery shipped the two 25-pound bags and I received the package couple of days after my trip.
Public Market Center is home to the iconic Fisherman’s Wharf, where mongers toss fish in the air and baffle tourists with a rockfish rigged on a string.
And what could be more iconic to Seattle than its original Starbucks, complete with a storefront that suggests a bygone era, but is more Instagrammable than not. The lesser-known star sat two shops ahead, Piroshky, Piroshky, a Russian patisserie so sweet one should only whisper its name…
Dorothy Napangardi’s paintings were recently shown at the Blanton Museum of Art in Austin, and I recognized her exhibition at the Seattle Art Museum. Her prolific application of paint commands a pause. From afar her lines suggests loose landscapes. Up close you’re confronted with the complexity and commitment Napangardi dedicated to each painting. Connecting with her work feels like a shared meditative practice.
More comical visual experiences can be found in the museum’s cafe, where Bert and Earnie meet. Seattle’s downtown also boasts with whimsically foreboding sculptures on its lower streets.