by Michael Woodhouse
Hardwick—I’ll admit the lights attracted me. As I strolled down Main St. in Hardwick I caught my reflection in a store front mirror surrounded by holiday lights The image of myself I beheld was one that a side show mirror might reflect than that of a legitimate boutique. I stepped back and took in the entire front of the building and noticed a decorated, albeit dead fir tree in a shopping cart placed in the other display window. Embossed across the glass were the words Shopping for Salvation. Aha, my favorite sort of store. I went on in.
I suppose the first thing that assails the unwary visitor entering “Shopping for Salvation”, the newest offering at Compost Arts Center exhibition space, is the brightly painted walls, done in a vicious red. Is it to celebrate the season or was it used to agitate the spectator, like powder blue walls are used to calm the unruly mental patient. Although I prefer not to dwell on the space itself, this paint job is unbelievable and adds to the overall effect.
The flyer advertising for submissions asked for the artists to imagine a second coming and bring appropriate gifts for the savior (open to interpretation) born in a trailer somewhere in the Northeast Kingdom. Although a few of the pieces, including Jo Billing’s homemade clothes for Mary, Joseph and Jesus and a mysterious package which asks the viewer to make guesses on its content created by Patrick Kane, most strictly adhere to the calling, each piece can fit this description if only with the use of a little imagination.
Clifford Jackman’s mixed media installation, “Hmm … tastes like Almonds.” is a still life of a quick death. The victim, of course is Santa. It features an overturned living room scene complete with broken T.V. playing those sickening holiday specials. When one investigates the crime scene closer you are able to ascertain the perpetrator is a disgruntled youth who took his revenge after being denied a decent haul of gifts the previous year. The outline of Santa’s body on the floor is particularly satisfying. An exquisite leaded glass quasi-grandfather clock, “Bomb Clock, designed and fabricated by Fred Varney dominates the show. Encrypted within its multi-colored glass is a tableau of war and its aftermath. The slowly swinging pendulum creates an ominous doomsday effect. Well done. “Monopoly,” by Jill Waxman, a monstrous Florentine needlepoint hung on the back wall is brilliant. The image of several strange humanoids playing a board game boggles the observer on a few levels, notwithstanding the patience and effort required to create such detail and size with a medium such as yarn. Victor Huffs, beautifully macabre, “Afraid of the Hospital” depicts a cleverly created skeletal x-ray and seems to ask the question: Is this based on a bad experience? I will conclude this review with some advice. The first being, I highly recommend a visit to this festive, if not nauseatingly so, journey to the far end of a holiday greeting card gone wrong. The second, make sure to say hello to that handsome fellow reading in the back room.
“Shopping for Salvation” runs through February 14 at the Compost Exhibition Space, Main St., Hardwick. Hours are 12 p.n. to 5 p.m., Sat, and for by appointment (472-9613).
Out in the Mountains, 1998




