In cold and barren February, we notice the Sun’s brilliance burning a little longer into the afternoon, hinting at the warmth peeking just (months) around the corner. Similarly, in the sometimes austere and modernist environs of the Walker Art Center, a passionate heat churns just beneath the surface. Is it possible to fertilize the seeds of love at the Walker? It’s possible, and evidence abounds. Take, for example, this article describing James Turrell’s Sky Pesher as the best make out spot in town. Kissing in the surrounds of ‘pigmented cast concrete?’ Very steamy. One should take note, however, of the security camera watching every move. No matter. An adventurous lover knows that eyes are always watching, yet she boldly proceeds.
Meet Ellie, one such bold adventurer. The object of her affections is the roguish Scotty. Her family-approved plan (Dad accompanied) was to ask Scotty to her high school’s Sadie Hawkins dance during a visit to the Walker. Ellie had prepared a sign for her beau, a masterpiece worthy of the Louvre which implored, “Sweet Hearts? With Me, My Scotty” (sic). Ellie presented me the sign to me in the snowy afternoon, asking where she could hang it.
My colleagues and I discussed the matter, chose a suitable place, and the sign was hung. It was decided that I document the event, so I lay in wait for the magic moment.
The tension was immense. The unwitting Scotty approached and…
Note: Scotty was surprised by Ellie’s sign, but even more surprised by my prescence. I explained, “I…uh. I have to do this for work,” then quickly fled. Tender moments, cherished forever.