Tim Fowler artist


all of this art is perfectly located within the whispering trees of capital hill, Tim Fowler's amazing art gallery, studio and shop surrounds, envelopes and spills out onto the streets, in secret mossy camouflage, huge, bold and colorful, approachable from the sidewalk~ if your walking, if driving, pull up behind a patinaed '41 sedan, jump out and walk into a world we used to live in, where people used to really live in their homes, create art, sculpture and environments out of the back yard

back when Seattle was a dump, before the invasion of townhouse monotony, before we all thought we had millions of dollars in real-estate, before we all lived on credit, when we were all poor and beautiful losers, doing whatever the fuck we desired

racing motorcycles, carving wood, parking cars full of art on street corners~ talking to each other, calling strangers up from phone booths in strange cities, coming to visit just because someone you knew, was their friend~ a network of artists living out of range of galleries and openings

the Tim Fowler house is the epitome of what a home should be, a destination~ a magical wonderland to explore and discover

Tim Fowler is what every artist alive should aspire to be~ complete

a world unto himself~ with open invitation~ welcoming

talking to children about art

and racing motorcycles

building walls with head poppin' holes in them

the world before we felt we had to drive something new and disposable

people had character~ style and grace~

unafraid to build things, to break things or put on a show in public for no reason at all~

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