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The Unexpected Nature of Installation

The Unexpected Nature of Installation
by Geoff Wichert

Sometimes an installation gets an unexpected boost from nature: so it was in the outdoor sculpture garden at the Central Utah Art Center this week.

One of the rare sumptuously beautiful works of art with critical credibility, Roscoe Wilson’s Waste Not, Want Not (see our December issue) saw the artist invert one of his signature objects—a geometric crystal made of recycled cardboard boxes—into stalactites hanging from the gallery’s massive ceiling beams. One of these constructions, that for reasons the artist didn’t elaborate on “didn’t make the cut,” ended up among the sculptures arranged on the lawn alongside the gallery, where it may have functioned as a remote satellite of the circular arrays inside.

As it turned out, the context redefined the work: where the stalactites projected high-tech associations—space ships and elaborate, futuristic machines—the boxes outdoors took on the characteristics of the exteriors of the two nineteenth-century buildings that border and create the garden between them, mirroring their rough, mismatched limestone ashlar construction.

Then the snow fell. Sanpete valley lies among the Wasatch Mountains, and views from its towns, while less spectacular than those along the front, exceed them in intimacy. Snow picks out and highlights the rugged texture of exposed rock. Seeing lines of snow built up along the protruding edges of Wilson’s assembled boxes brought home the connection between the elevation of the surrounding hills and the adaptation of rock to human habitation, then brought both close to something more familiar and mundane: cardboard boxes that can turn anything, regardless of its shape or material, into stackable modules: atoms in a commercial molecule. Ephraim took the brunt of the snow that fell on Sanpete County, which lies at nearly the altitude of
Park City, so the odds are not many art lovers are wandering through the sculpture garden: but the work in question could be seen from cars passing on the plowed lanes of Highway 89 a few feet away.

Geoff Wichert has degrees in critical writing and creative nonfiction. He writes about art to settle the arguments going on in his head.

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