Playing With Red & Green

24 May 2026 – Mostly red. One great swirl of red.

The title of this 1981 steel sculpture (Alan Chung Hung) is Spring. Of course it is! Even with that bit of temporary fencing on the left, we can see that the structure is a spring, a handsome great spring that earns its keep — or would have us believe it earns its keep, holding up the second level of Robson Square.

I play along.

See? There’s a sturdy spring end, doing its job.

I’m used to this particular joke, so my attention moves on, enjoys the play of sculpture with context: the light, the shadows, the plaza lines of Robson Square, the hints of the BC Provincial Law Courts above, the stripe of green shrubbery, the bicycles.

I move in, start prowling, curious to see the play from different angles.

Peer low: glimpses of that upper level, one fragment of the magic on display over my head, the marriage of Arthur Erickson‘s architecture with Cornelia Hahn Oberlander’s landscape architecture to create the flowing, harmonious Law Courts whole.

Peer high: a view the other way, back toward downtown city towers.

Come closer, peer through the spiral — and frame another photographer. (Photographing the architecture, please note; not himself.)

Come even closer and, in all this sunlight, the uniform gloss of the red starts to break up.

Come even closer than that, and my eye starts telling me lies. Look! it says; alternating twists of silver & red! My brain knows this isn’t true, and my eye doesn’t care. It sees what it sees. Or… “sees.”

Time to back up a little? Restore agreement between eye & brain?

Still close, but at a different angle. All the spirals are once again red. Set off by the green of that modest, meticulously placed, line of shrubs-in-tubs.

One more re-angle, and now the spirals and their reflections bounce back and forth across the line of shrubs. I imagine an invisible tennis ball of light rays, flashing across that net of visible green…

And then, I walk on.

Deliberately one street over, now southbound on Howe…

where a cascade of Oberlander greenery washes my eye clean of all that red.

Full Colour

26 August 2024 – A full-colour day that starts in monochrome. With A Monochrome Journey. Italicized like that because it is the short form of a long exhibition title at the Vancouver Art Gallery, and that’s where I start my day.

I haven’t come to the VAG specifically for this exhibition. I plan to look at some of whatever is on at the moment… and then… see what happens next.

What catches my attention, right there on the ground floor, is the dramatic entrance to this dramatic Monochrome show: +100 works by +50 artists, all from the permanent collection, exploring “the enduring appeal” of black and white and everything in between.

In the room devoted to black…

I am struck, not just by the works, but also by the way ambient lighting can throw shadows that play with the image — here adding dimensions and tones to Untitled (Black Books), by Rachel Whiteread (1996-96).

More shadows in the room devoted to white…

but this time intentional, the result of precise lighting for the acrylic installation Untitled, by Robert Irwin (c. 1965-67).

It is only an hour or so later, as I finally turn to leave the show, that I realize the impact of my immersion in monochrome. I look through the doorway, and I don’t read it as pragmatic way-finding…

instead, I see an art installation. I see myself about to enter an immersive greyscale experience.

But then I walk out the door into Robson Square, and I return to the full-colour world. I am walloped by it!

Colour in the acrylic letters of art overhead…

colour all around, in the vivid Marché signage and the foodstuffs and crafts that fill the participants’ booths…

and emotional colour also, let’s call it — the laughter and energy of people enjoying the possibilities of a late-summer afternoon.

There are free hugs on offer, here in the Marché area…

and an impromptu exercise class just beyond, tucked into one corner of the lowest level of Robson Square…

all safe and sound thanks to the gigantic red Spring (Alan Chung Hung, 1981) that apparently holds the upper level in place.

Thank you, monochrome.

The calm austerity of that earlier focus has me hyper-alert to everything that surrounds me now: colour, shapes, sounds.

The verticality of Hornby Street, as i start my way back cross-town…

the horizontality of False Creek, once I’ve reached its Seawall…

and the pop-up exuberance of this grand finale in David Lam Park.

It is the end of the two-day Cascade RSVP 2024 bike race — as in Ride Seattle Vancouver Party; as in ride from Seattle to Vancouver and then party. They’ve had the RSV; P is imminent.

I stick with the Seawall for a while longer, then cut up through this mews…

and catch a bus for home.

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