Wind Cradle looks like six giant blades of grass, or the magnified cartoon facial hairs of a razor commercial. The thrill of the piece is seeing something so small and delicate rendered as a monument in stainless steel. But indestructible as it looks, fashion has conspired against Wind Cradle. The work of New Mexico native and UW MFA grad Ali Baudoin, it was installed in 1976, when earnestly rendered organic forms in the Henry Moore tradition werent exactly the latest thing. And it has a brushed steel surface of the kind that has since become emblematic of tacky condo facades. Its an unfortunate association for this lustrous, durable material that changes colors with the sky even after thirty years of being left out in the rain. Battleship gray when its overcast, Wind Cradle is bluish silver on sunny afternoons. Scandalously overlooked by Brian Miller in his recent survey of local public art, it seems these days to serve mainly as a kiosk for stickers and fliers. Wind Cradle doesnt look like it cares about the neglect, or the mockery its dippy name might attract. Making little effort to assert itself against the open space, it continues in its impervious way to be pushed gently inward by some unseen force. Open 24 hours. DAVID STOESZ
Starts: June 17. Daily, 2009
