I entered the empty Bob Bullock Gallery space on Azusa Pacific's West Campus at 7:55
a few nights ago to see what might be meant by a Judy Pfaff exhibition titled, "The Art of Flower Arranging."
To either side, the long walls of the gallery were covered from the eye level of a child into the open, framing architecture of the ceiling, with bands of photographs in series. The content of these varied from what appeared to be the documentation of bone arrangement in taxonomy and studio shots to an atmospheric, and architectural, journey of the artist. The arranged "flowers" on these walls were mostly composed of melted plastics, painted foam, paper mesh and fluorescent light fixtures with their ballasts and associated circuitry either nestled or organically integrated into the composition. To the right, from mid-wall to the corner (adult eye level to the white metal joist work) hung another series of panoramic aluminum or silver leafed frames containing landscape formatted drawings on repurposed paper which was underwritten by text. The closer rear wall of the gallery was big enough for two of the flowers without a photographic background, and the far-rear wall held the largest arrangement which was lit from within and by a long narrow fluorescent on the wall to its right.
The floor was clean, polished concrete, bare save a small, white, bar-height pedestal with a jumble of publications highlighting past shows and work.
If these are flowers, I'm their hummingbird.