Lake Oswego, which I now call home, is a close-in suburb just south of Portland, Oregon with a population of about 37,000. The city center is small and, like my New York City neighborhood, easily walkable which I take advantage of on my rounds of errands.
The town has an arts council which has created a sculpture exhibit called “Gallery Without Walls” - various pieces rotated in and out over two-year periods. Some of them are sponsored by local businesses and volunteers raise funds, select the works, oversee installation, management and cleaning.
All the pieces are for sale, but at prices ranging from $6,000 to $48,000, I won't be owning any of these and anyway, I prefer them out in public – there is one on nearly every corner.
Only recently did I discover (I can be slow sometimes) that the camera in my cell phone is of much better quality than the digital camera I've owned for about three years; it makes much nicer pictures. So over the weekend, I walked the town streets and photographed some of the sculptures to show you.
It's a nice thing for a blog post on a holiday, don't you think.
Las Carpas by Mark Clarson
I'm not certain, but I don't think this one, below, is part of the exhibit. It is set in a little garden off the sidewalk next to a commercial building and may be my favorite corner of the town.
It is almost shocking when I'm on my way to the drug store, the bakery or the bank to be confronted with these sculptures - even the ones I'm familiar with now - among the pedestrians, cars and delivery trucks whizzing past.
What I've noticed is that I pay much more attention to them on the street than I would in a gallery or museum. They are unexpected here, particularly so many in a small area, and make every mundane shopping trip an adventure.
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Lyn Burnstine: My Cantilevered Life