I know, I used the same headline the last time I posted about this project, but it’s too perfect, and I didn’t hear enough people laughing last time, so I’m using it again.
There is perhaps little sadder in this world than a deflated balloon. Whether popped in a moment of explosive excitement or deflated to a puckered wrinkled shell over the course of a week, a dead balloon represents, to me, a sadness of a lost heyday, a nostalgia for the inflated happiness of celebration. A deflated balloon is the hangover after the party, it’s the bust after the boom.
Until yesterday. Yesterday, four artists (Danielle Comeaux, Yael Nov, Joana Stillwell, and Ilysia Van Deren) installed their newest work in the lobby of the old Publix Hotel. The foursome has spent the past six months meticulously stitching together old deflated balloons into a motley curtain of color. Two giant sheets of these dappled drapes are currently hanging in the windows, glowing at night and colorfully popping during the day.
Check out these repurposed, up-cycled celebrations of color over the next three months if you need a blast of brightness in your pacific northwest permagrey.