Little Cloud Sky And The Cataract

Last Sunday, while waiting for a friend to arrive in the spacious lobby of the Seattle Art Museum, I amused myself with the cataract in my left eye. With my right eye closed, I would look at people and focus my cataract on any random individual within range of my vision. Their heads would shrink and distort like a portrait by Francis Bacon. I found this to be an amusing activity for an arty farty Sunday. It was the penultimate day for viewing the Farm to Table: Art, Food, and Identity in the Age of Impressionism exhibit. Play with my cataract was interrupted by two toddlers running up and down on a metal grate under the windows, making a terrible racket. They were creating their own art. Unfortunately, they were moving too fast to give them the Francis Bacon cataract treatment. Instead, I turned my gaze towards the puffy, cloud-like shapes hanging from the ceiling, each one identical to the other with two black dots for eyes and a tiny little upturned crescent for a smile. The exhibit is titled Little Cloud Sky, and was created by the Los Angeles-based art duo FriendsWithYou (Samuel Borkson and Arturo Sandoval III). These cartoonish confections of jubilant cumulus weren’t entirely random, not like real clouds, they were neatly arranged into rows, were regimented like a military parade and elicited a response somewhere between euphoria and alarm, giddy buoyancy and a bald, high-definition vapidity. I subjected one of them to the transformative mischief of my cataract. The result was unsatisfying. The little cloud collapsed into a Styrofoam packing peanut, not the fierce dragon of provocation I hoped my cataract would awaken by distortion. I’m always misjudging things, including my own experience of them. I like it when things get punchy. I like it when things punch back. Rather than recede, and ghost me. Or walk around in circles wondering what the hell happened.