User:Denniskelly

=Humanities I/The Commons=

Midterm Research Project
The Wall of Death

Installed in 1993, The Wall of Death may occupy, after the Fremont Troll, the worst site for public art in Seattle. It’s only visible to those on the Burke-Gilman Trail and UW students and staffers traversing down to the Portage Bay side of campus. It gets almost no sun, and even less attention from the crowd of young skateboarders using the ramp opposite the BGT. Was it put there because people hated it? Because it was controversial or cost too much, a case of benefactors’ regret? Yes and no. '''Canadian sculptor Mowry Baden and his architect son, Colin Baden, signed off on the location after a long battle with the Seattle Arts Commission (which put up $100,000 for their proposal). After several rejected ideas, they built what they wanted. The city put it where it wanted. Then everyone washed their hands of the project.''' Today, the forlorn orange ring is delicately balanced on 10 metal spires to somewhat mysterious purpose. Though boldly identified to passersby, only older trail users are likely to know what that screaming signage, “The Wall of Death,” and shape signify. Once, long before cage fighting and Evel Knievel’s canyon jumping, barnstorming motorcyclists were the extreme-sports daredevils of their day—chiefly the ’20s and ’30s. They’d race into a circular wooden ring, achieve enough speed to stick to the vertical inner wall with centrifugal force; then the bottom would drop out, or the ring raise up, to the awe of circus onlookers. It was high-octane, no-health-care, reckless bad-assery of the highest and finest order. And now, in a perhaps fitting sense, the sculpture is a hidden relic, a signifier of forgotten times and sports. Back in ’93, parked and abandoned cars littered the site; the under-bridge area was more of a vehicular wasteland. Now it’s surrounded by new office space and UW labs. In a way, Wall of Death is like the Cadillac Ranch in Texas—a monument to internal-combustion dinosaurs, whose bones are all that remains from their rule on Earth. Burke-Gilman Trail beneath University Bridge, www.seattlegov/arts. Open 24 hours. BRIAN MILLER

(Seattle Weekly)

http://www.yelp.com/biz/the-wall-of-death-seattle yelp reviews

http://static.panoramio.com/photos/original/14270937.jpg photo

http://seattlest.com/2008/10/20/wall_of_death_is_dead.php "Wall of Death is Dead"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kU7IuC2ubas drunk people dancing

Self-Assessment
I feel that I learned a fair bit in this class. This, to me, felt like a good and stepping stone in the path to appreciating more of everything and realizing what can be art. It is all around us. As a film student, I still have to focus on that medium in particular, but I think that the topics we covered in class would actually be perfect material for a film. My favorite example is Damali Ayo and her work. I also enjoyed the cinematic aspects of the class, such as seeing Un chien andalou again, or being exposed to Umbrellas and Koyaanisqatsi.

I think I did reasonably well in this class. I was there, I was always paying attention. And I shared my thoughts when I had something to share. In fact, Koyaanisqatsi was, for me, a kind of revelation. I cannot get over just how much I reacted to that film. It's always exciting when a piece of art (especially for me, a film) hits you like that. I had multiple thoughts and reflections about the segment we watched in class, and I shared them. I don't know if any of them connected with any of the other students and possibly helped others try get a grasp on the movie, but it would be nice if it did. I think I contributed in some way with that.