Christo's Running Fence ran for 24 miles through Sonoma County in 1976. |
I think the first time I was vaguely aware of the artist Christo was when I was a young teenager growing up in the Bay Area. One of his early, site specific pieces - entitled Running Fence - was installed in Sonoma County in 1976.
More than twenty miles of white, billowing fence - made of white nylon fabric - streaming through the fields and farms of Sonoma County, until it dove right into the Pacific Ocean. I remember seeing reports on the news and pictures in the paper and being immediately captivated. This guy was working on one helluva of a big canvas.
I had no idea if Christo was making any sort of comment on Sonoma, California, farmers or American life. I couldn't conceive of the bureaucratic hoops he must have jumped through to get the installation up and "running," as it were. All I knew is that it was simple, pointless and cool.
Christo's Running Fence dips into the Pacific Ocean in Sonoma County. |
I would keep an eye out for this Christo guy and his latest Art adventures when his projects were shown or discussed in the Media. He started to wrap things for a while. Big things. Buildings and bridges. He wrapped the Pont Neuf in Paris. He surrounded islands in South Florida with miles and miles of bright fabric. Colorful, pointless and cool.
Christo finally returned to California in 1991. He was going to install 1,340 large, yellow umbrellas (each umbrella was 20 feet high and 26 feet in diameter) along the hillsides of the Tejon Pass - the mountain range 60 miles north of Los Angeles you traverse on the drive between the Bay Area and Southern California. I have driven on Interstate 5 over the Tejon Pass - in weather ranging from scorching heat to falling snow - more times than I'd care to count. Dozens, at least. So I figured this was my opportunity, at long last, to see this Christo fella's work up close.
Christo's The Umbrellas in the Tejon Pass, just north of Los Angeles. |
The arid valley where The Umbrellas were on display was over an hour north of the nearest airport, so I reserved a rental car at Burbank. I figured I would fly down on a Wednesday morning and pick up the rental car, drive the hour north to Christo's Umbrellas, check it out for a couple of hours and then head back to Burbank, return the rental car and catch a flight back up to SFO the same day. Piece of cake. I did this kind of stuff all the time back then.
But Christo and me were just not to be. A couple of days later - just before I was scheduled to head down to L.A. for the day - a freak windstorm swept through the mountain pass, dislodging one of the 500 pound umbrellas and throwing it through the air - killing a spectator. It was understandable that Christo's Umbrellas were quickly closed to the public and removed.
Christo's The Gates in New York's Central Park. ©2005, V.W. Cleary. |
The Gates flow by the ice rink in Central Park. ©2005 V.W. Cleary |
The Gates were a series of thousands of metal gates that were each 16 feet tall and held bright orange (Christo called it "saffron") fabric banners that dropped down 9 feet from the gates. They were winding and streaming all over the pathways of Central Park. I loved it. It had taken Christo over 26 years of fighting through the various agencies and commissions in New York before he could final realize his conception of The Gates.
Even on a frigid, midweek Winter's day, thousands and thousands of tourists and New Yorkers were out and strolling all over Central Park, through and under thousands of Christo's "gates." Families with young children were out, couples walked through the Park and skaters were taking advantage of the clear, cold day to skate on the ice rink in the Park.
Christo's The Gates brightens Central Park during February. ©2005 V.W. Cleary |
The Gates in New York's Central Park. ©2005 V.W. Cleary. |
Like all of Christo's work, The Gates were temporary and removed from the Park after two weeks. They live on now only in the memories of people like me who were lucky enough to see them in person in that Winter of 2005. Colorful, pointless and cool.
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