Amee Kee stands behind her upbeat arrangement at the de Young Museum’s “Bouquets to Art” and, in a soft voice, explains its significance:
“I chose one flower [the carnation] because we’re one race, the human race; we’re all the same except for our color.”
The San Franciscan’s words impress me.
So does her creation, parallel rows and rows of carnations of diverse colors and a few strands of basketball netting.
She chuckles when I ask rhetorically if the cords came from a Warriors game.
The Amee Kee Floral Design, Inc. piece, which she checks daily so she can replace any bloom that shows signs of wilting, is positioned in front of David Huffman’s 2017 artwork, “Rainbow.”
It becomes my favorite arrangement among the hundred that comprise the six-day exhibit, which this year is different from previous displays in that there seem to be many more geometric designs.
Most of those installations are situated on the first floor; massive bouquets in bowls dot the second.
Once upon a time, the vast majority of the floral constructions simulated the paintings and sculptures they sat near. No longer. In fact, it’s occasionally difficult now — and somewhat disappointing for me — to find any correlation whatsoever.
But there are the glorious exceptions.
Such as the massive kinetic spherical sculpture “Eclipse,” by a husband-and-wife team, Natasha and Daniel Schultz of Waterlily Pond, that hovers over the crowds in Wilsey Court in front the huge drawings and geometric forms of a wall mural, “Between Sign and Subject” by Matt Mullican.
Constantly rotating, it continually “eclipses” itself via varying “overlapping perspectives of two halves of a whole,” a plaque informs me.
I’m fascinated that the piece includes 10,000 flowers as well as 500 feet of aluminum, 1,200 feet of colored string and weighs 1,200 pounds.
Also impressive is a construct by another San Franciscan, Kirk Wilder of the Acme
Floral Company, that features a realistic dog made of white blossoms. It’s linked to Nick Cave’s “Untitled (Soundsuit).”
Space and time limitations preclude me from listing a dozen other living artworks that delighted me. Besides, I’ve been raving about “Bouquets to Art” for so many years, I’ve almost run out of things to write.
Except this: Ignore my minor misgivings and go. The exhibit will continue through Sunday.