Seattle Times 1/26/11

WSDOT softens its views on demolition

State revisiting to oust or not to oust artist colony

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Crosscuts.com 1/18/11

http://crosscut.com/blog/crosscut/20050/Preservation-board-to-discuss-demolition-of-artists–studios/?utm_source=Crosscut+Daily+N

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Seattle PI Blog article

http://blog.seattlepi.com/seattlearts/archives/236050.asp

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Redd Walitzki’s article via The New P2

What will Seattle do without the 619?

JANUARY 14, 2011 | ART, CALL TO ACTION, PI, POLITICS
Guest Post by Redd Walitzki
(Seattle Artist – candygears.com)

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It’s hard to imagine that in two years time, the window I’m painting by won’t exist. The cars rushing past me on the viaduct, the bubbling stream of voices from the Underground tour, and the comforting pink glow of the neon “Saloon” sign will fade into a distant memory as I carve out a new life somewhere else.

Since 2008, my studio in 619 Western has been a constant font of inspiration for me. To work and sweat and dream within these walls is to be a part of something greater. Its a rare thing to find these day – an artist’s life is usually a solitary one, full of long days alone in the studio. So the community thriving in 619 is a rare gem, under the radar of the “official” seattle art scene, full of vibrance and chaos.

When I start painting for the day, “Weirdo” down the hall is already busy spray-painting. When I pack it up for the night, Mark Tracy has just begun his painting all-nighter. When I need advice or critique, I can just wander from door to door along my hallway. The walls shift and change as people hang things up for artwalk or to show off for visitors. Chairs are out from fleeting gatherings, the “free-pile” ebbs and flows with detritus and supplies, and the theater across the hall from me is full of shouting and laughter. The walls sing like radio-wires, and sometimes shake and rumble from the traffic on 99.

But all this is slated to end in March 2012. The city of Seattle has announced that part of the proposed Alaskan Way Tunnel Project entails tearing down this hundred year old building, which means the artists are out. The Western Building has always seemed unstable – like the next earthquake or renovation with rent increases will scatter the artists across Seattle. The 4 inch wide crack, literally splitting the building in half, is a constant reminder of the fragility of this space. And yet, it has endured against the odds. Crowds flock through on First Thursday, hungry and eager for the monthly artwalk. Many artists have their first show ever within these walls. Others show work here that is too controversial, strange, or out-of-fashion to find another venue. It’s bound to be different every time – and the mixing of over 150 different voices all in one place is what makes 619 so exciting.

When I got my studio here with my partner (Artist Carl Faulkner) in 2008, I was just out of art school and searching for my way and my voice. Su Job was our teacher at Cornish, and she got us the space we now rent. When she passed, she left Carl her artbooks. Hungry for knowledge and inspiration, I began reading her collection. I felt like I was following the trail of a ghost, reading her margin notes in the pages of “No Logo” and “The Anti-Aesthetic.” Eventually, I felt like I was on to an interesting topic that Su spent much of her life exploring and trying to communicate to her students. What is the role and value of “non-commercial” art to our culture?

It strikes me as interesting that the end of the 619 has brought this issue to the forefront of debate in Seattle. 619 has never been profitable, the artists that work and show here mostly do it out of love and unstoppable passion. We create because we have to, we don’t know why, but we know we have to. Some of us do rise to the top and become profitable, but a lot of the work here will never make it into a mainstream gallery, or be acknowledged and recognized. But a place like this, bursting with so much creativity adds something valuable to the cultural landscape of Seattle. It’s the busiest place on the Pioneer Square artwalk every month; it gives the public open access to a world they rarely ever have access to.

In the past few years I’ve watched Pioneer Square become a ghost town. Elliott Bay Books pulling out, followed by a whole flurry of small businesses on 1st Ave, left the Square feeling hollow. Howard House (one of Seattle’s most elite-artspaces) closing was a hard blow. These days, the old brick facades and empty storefronts make Pioneer Square feel more like a museum than a neighborhood. But at least there are still the crazy artists, walking back and forth in their paint-splattered clothes to get their coffee. We cover the neighborhood in murals and colors, and give Pioneer Square is role as Seattle’s “Art District.”

In many ways, 619 is the last gasp of the Seattle frontier, full of outlaw spirit. At 619, truly anything goes. It gives Seattle something outside the regular boundaries and structure of the commercial art world – it gives people something that can’t be planned, or designed or bought. It grew here organically, because the city needed it and wanted it. The question I’m asking myself is not “What will I do without the 619?” Because that’s not the thing that troubles me these days. Artists are resilient, it our job to imagine the impossible and make it reality, so I know we will be fine, wherever we end up. The question I’m asking myself, that I’m hoping the rest of the community will start asking too, is “What will Seattle do without the 619?”

Redd Walitzki
http://www.candygears.com

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Jen Graves at the Stranger, 1/11/11

Killing the Colony
Meet the hundred artists the tunnel bureaucrats don’t care about displacing.
by JEN GRAVES

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RESIDENTS OF ONE OF THE OLDEST ALL-ARTS BUILDINGS ON THE WEST COAST The graffiti artist Weirdo and photographer Jen Vertz.

Last Wednesday afternoon at the 619 Western building, fat daubs of oil paint sat out on palettes, barely drying at all in the unheated air. The artist, a Vietnam vet, sat in the room—high ceilings, one wall all windows revealing the industrial red cranes of the working waterfront behind the curve of Seattle’s dilapidated viaduct—and told stories.

He told about that uncommonly beautiful year in Saigon, where he had a Vietnamese girlfriend he shared an apartment with on the sly. About discovering in 1981 this abandoned warehouse, at 619 Western Avenue, with rice and coffee beans and dust strewn everywhere, sitting right at the base of the Seattle street that coined the term “skid row.” His studio is dotted with mosaics using colored glass collected from buildings that have been demolished in Pioneer Square over the years. One night recently, asleep in his studio—where he’s slept and eaten without heat or private running water for 30 years—one of his own windows broke mysteriously, like a premonition. He never found the big shard of 100-year-old glass that fell. Ever since then, there’s been only air between his bed and, across a narrow street, Seattle’s original post office and steam plant with its black smokestack still rising.

On the floor directly below this was another artist telling stories—everybody was feeling nostalgic, because less than a month ago, the artists of 619 were told they’re being evicted in March 2012. Some have already jumped ship, scrambling to get what affordable studio space is left in the city before it runs out. Others want to protest but wonder whether they should apply for the relocation assistance money that may be available from the government—which is taking applications this month already—since it’s the city and the state that say the artists have to be out, the 100-year-old building demolished, to make way for the underground tunnel to replace the Alaskan Way Viaduct.

“This is one of the oldest all-arts buildings on the West Coast,” said Johnny O’Brady, an artist on the fourth floor. “There’s a good chance the tunnel won’t even happen, but people are already packing up. There’s tons of confusion.”

The confusion comes from the fact that the Washington State Department of Transportation (WSDOT) told the building owner about the eviction six months ago, but he didn’t tell the artists. The artists found out in a meeting that was advertised with only a few days’ notice—and by the time the meeting was held, the “public comment period” for the tunnel’s environmental review process had already lapsed. In reviewing the environment, the state left out the heart of the heart of Pioneer Square: the artists.

O’Brady is a generation younger than the Vietnam vet. He wears combat boots and remembers SoHo in the ’80s. His stools are made of skateboards broken into halves; he sat hunched over the floor, which was covered in canvases depicting the faces of old-time pinup girls. There were so many canvases that he had to step on them. It was the day before art walk—the city’s original art walk and still its biggest, the one that has been held the first Thursday of every month in Pioneer Square for the better part of 50 years. Pioneer Square’s art walk is said to be the oldest in the United States.

The 619 Western building is not about sheer ambition. O’Brady is not about to be on the cover of an art magazine, and only some of the 100 or so who rent at 619 Western are “about to be” anything at all. They simply are artists. Occasionally they sell something. Maybe they teach this month, wait tables on the side, or have an entire modest daytime career. (This raw place does not attract anyone accustomed to wealth.) But no matter what else is going on, they make pictures and objects within these walls and show them every month—and that alone makes 619 Western, for lots of people, the best part of the original American art walk.

After the white cubes of the commercial galleries close at 8:00 or 9:00 p.m., everybody heads over to 619. The floors creak, the elevator is painted steroidal eggplant colors (and contains a blurry painting of the Cheshire Cat), and closing time is unknown. The nearby Tashiro Kaplan Artists Lofts building was developed in 2004 as a replacement for 619, but it is a qualitatively different place, containing galleries and hosting open studios only once a year. At 619, in spades, is what every museum and gallery wants just a dose of: messy, living art energy.

The art is all over the place. It runs down the hallways and staircases. You can show anything: Japanese animation drawings, dour geometric abstraction, black-and-white photos of your mother, garish paintings of lecherous old men being breast-fed tequila shots by naked green women. That latter scene is meant to be a satire; it was made by an older artist called Johnny Wow!, who’s been at 619 for several years, and all of his paintings are, well, like that.

The longest-running tenant is Edd Cox, who’s been at 619 since 1981. He makes highly skilled photo-realistic paintings of flowers and people in old-fashioned cars, and he also makes looser, New Guinean–influenced scenes he calls his “jazz” style. Maikoiyo Alley-Barnes, a founder of the Capitol Hill gallery/collective pun(c)tuation, rents here; so does street artist Weirdo, whose latest project (made possible by a small grant and Weirdo’s cheap rent at 619) is a mural wall available to emerging artists that spans the length of a city block nearby, across from the historic Smith Tower. The businesses at Second Avenue and Yesler Way, including contemporary art gallery Howard House, have closed. The giant mural—vibrant orange, yellow, green, blue, and red—is the only thing lighting up the block besides the crackheads.

The 619 building has one non-art tenant in the upper floors where the studios are (the first of the six floors, available for retail, bears multiple FOR LEASE signs). The non-art tenant is the U.S. office of the Tibetan Nuns Project, an international nonprofit run by the Dalai Lama’s sister-in-law that’s supported Tibetan nun refugees in India for 20 years. Just outside its office is the crack, inches wide, that runs down the center of 619 Western and that widened during the 2001 Nisqually earthquake; in some places, you could pass a kitten from one floor to another through this crack. The building has settled in parts; spray-paint cans roll toward wavy, slumped windows. Firefighters who were visiting the building once told the Tibetan Nuns staffers that in case of fire, the wooden stairs and the fire escapes (not firmly attached) should be avoided, and advised them instead to jump out their fourth-floor windows. They laugh when they tell this story; they would rather take their chances than move to someplace duller than 619.

If you did jump out of 619, you might see the name “SU JOB” in cornflower-blue letters on your way down. Job was a redheaded artist and the soul of 619 for more than 15 years before she died in 2008 of cancer at age 52, and her name is stenciled on the building; also tattooed in out-of-the-way places on 619’s skin are names like “CRIS BRUCH,” another beloved Seattle artist.

It’s a typical story: What makes 619 special is what makes it vulnerable when accountants, engineers, and bureaucrats come around. The tunnel is set to kill the living, breathing organism that is 619 Western.

The city council could intervene, but it has shown scant interest in doing anything but pushing the tunnel, even though voters rejected a downtown tunnel in 2007. After being contacted by the artists, a few council members visited the building recently. Tom Rasmussen, chair of the council’s Transportation Committee, said he was not able to go and has never been to the building but is planning to meet with the artists soon. “We want to help,” he said. But he had no specifics yet, and he recalled the deeply discouraging situation at Magnuson Park’s Building 11, where 24 artists were kicked out in 2008 to make way for a commercial development in the public park.

Even though the environmental impact study is still incomplete, WSDOT signed contracts with a construction company for the multibillion-dollar project on January 6. O’Brady went to the signing. He raised his hand and asked that the artists be considered part of the environment. The ink dried anyway. WSDOT didn’t respond to an interview request for this story.

Pioneer Square is a federally named historic district, eligible for strict protections. But the “council has blown us off again and again,” said Cary Moon of the People’s Waterfront Coalition. “It’s maddening because it’s not like they have to do anything controversial or difficult. They just have to hold WSDOT accountable to the laws that have existed for this purpose for decades.” At the very least, “the city should demand from WSDOT that even if the building is demolished, the use is preserved” through funding or other support, Moon said.

The same environmental study that buried the pending displacement of a hundred artists also buried the fact that an additional 65,000 to 70,000 vehicles will flood downtown streets, including Pioneer Square, because the tunnel will have no exits north of King Street and will have tolls up to $4 each way. “The tunnel project could destroy Pioneer Square in several ways,” Moon said. “The interchange [at King Street] is huge, suburban-scaled, and completely out of context with this fine-grained fabric.” The state says this is the city’s problem; it certainly is. The council has no money and no plan to deal with it.

The plight of the 619 artists is the first symptom telegraphing who’s going to bear the brunt of the city’s failure to protect and envision Pioneer Square. If the council won’t do anything, an angel would have a legal case against WSDOT, said attorney David Bricklin. “Oh, yeah—WSDOT has been trashing the environmental law in their rush to get this project done. I think they’re very vulnerable if somebody mounts a timely challenge.” The state is prohibited from even choosing a tunnel—let alone displacing artists and signing contracts—before the environmental study is complete.

Will anybody stand up for the misfits of 619?

“Getting to be here has been an honor,” said Carl Faulkner, who with his girlfriend, artist Redd Walitzki, shows his own and others’ works in curated group shows in their 619 studio. When they moved in, the manager told them they could do anything besides throw a couch out the window. That had happened before. Anything else, he said, goes.

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seattlest.com article

206 Lost Cause: 619 Western

http://seattlest.com/2011/01/12/206_lost_cause_619_western.php

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Crosscuts Article

http://crosscut.com/2011/01/11/urban/20534/State-moves-toward-demolishing-historic-artists–building/

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