Seattle | Sun Yourself by Willie Fitzgerald, Postbox
The last time we stopped by Vignettes, the one-night-only art gallery that Sierra Stinson hosts in her tiny Capitol Hill apartment, it was for a Lindsay Apodaca show titled “American Spirit.”
Against one wall, there was a bright pink condom stretched over an irregular hunk of quartz.
In the center of the room, Mickey and a Minnie Mouse dolls had been sewn together, back to back, making some sort hallucinatory Janus out of Walt Disney’s cheerful, helium-voiced cash cows.
Off by the kitchen, a Garfield doll had been turned into a fully operational bong. (At one point, while guests were milling about and sipping champagne from plastic cups, Apodaca strolled by almost nonchalantly, loaded Garfield up, and then the burbling sound of THC dispensation filled the sweaty apartment).
We’ll cut to the chase: If for some reason you haven’t made it over to Stinson’s Vignettes by now, you’re missing some of the most interesting, ascendant and off-kilter art this city has to offer. Stinson’s made a name for herself as the curator of the moment, and now she’s bringing her talents to bear on a print publication, the seasonally appropriate “Sun Worshipers.” Featuring work by 26 of the city’s most interesting artists, the art book has more than 100 pages of stunning images and artworks, like “Connotations,” by Shaun Kardinal, seen above. Apodaca’s Minnie Mouse obsession makes an appearance, as well.
“Sun Worshipers” has already had a New York release (dahling!), and this Saturday (July 21) Stinson will unleash this arts compendium on its hometown. Also part of the celebration is photographer Ross Laing’s book “HELLAWASTED,” which is essentially a photo journal of his past year. He was, presumably, wasted. Robot Romantic and the wonderfully named (and very heady) Hair and Space Museum will also play live sets.
I decided to look around for something else to worship, something i could really count on, and immediately I thought of the sun. Happened like that, overnight I became a sun worshipper. Well, not overnight, you can’t see the sun at night, but first thing the next morning. I became a sun worshipper.
Several reasons: First of all, I can see the sun. Unlike some other gods I can mention, I can actually see the sun. I’m big on that. If I can see something, I don’t know, kinda helps the credibility along, you know. So everyday i can see the sun, as it gives me everything i need: heat, life, food, flowers in the park, reflections on the lake… and occasional skin cancer but hey, at least there are not crucifixions, and we are not setting people on fire simply because they don’t agree with us. Sun worshipping is fairly simple: There’s no mystery, no pageantry, no one asks for money, there are no songs to learn and we don’t have a special building where we all gather once a week to compare clothing. And the best thing, the best thing about the sun, it never tells i’m unworthy, doesn’t tell me i’m a bad person that needs to be saved, hasn’t said an unkind word. Treats me fine. So, I worship the sun.
Magic mirror of Shaman Queen used in ancient Japanese ritual
The so-called magic mirror reproduces patterns on the back when light reflects off the front. It is thought it was used to conjure up images of mountain wizards and divine beasts for sun-worshipping rituals.
ancestors worshiped the Sun, and they were far from foolish. And yet, the Sun
is an ordinary, even a mediocre star. If we must worship a power greater than
ourselves, does it not make sense to revere the Sun and stars?