No. 612 2/ No. 612.3/ No. 612.7



No. 612.2 
slim wallet
natural leather exterior
3" X 4"


No. 612.3
natural leather exterior
18"W X 14"H X 6"D, 10" Strap Drop 


No. 612.7 
passport wallet
natural leather exterior
4" X 6"

The Walker Art Center is arguably one of my favorite places in the twin cities. It acts as a way to clear my head and allow room to become re-inspired. Loring Park is located just outside the museum. There have been many Sunday mornings spent in the park, prior to strolling over to the museum for the afternoon.

The Whitney bridge connects the two; Loring Park to the museum grounds. The bridge in it of itself is a piece of art. Siah Armajani designed the bridge around the symbolization of change from one place in your life to another. Amajani commissioned John Ashbery, a local poet, to compose a piece in conjunction with the meaning of the bridge, which is mounted along the span of the structure. I have always loved that this bridge was created from a collaboration of artists and leads to such a meaningful place for me. There have been countless great memories created there from crossing to attend new exhibits, concerts or simply on my own to take in one of the best views of the city.

The No. 612.2, No. 612.3 and No. 612.7 were designed with the initial perceived simplicity of the bridge in mind. It is an easy one to pass under and miss the complexity that went into it until you physically walk it, experiencing the design first hand. The simplistic, neutral color was also chosen in conjunction with the feeling the bridge gives me, stripping down my thoughts and re-grounding my focus on the basics. Taking all the complicated part of life, setting it aside to experience the simple elements that exist all around the location. 


And now I cannot remember how I would have had it.
It is not a conduit (confluence?) but a place.
The place, of movement and an order.
The place of old order.
But the tail end of the movement is new.
Driving us to say what we are thinking.
It is so much like a beach after all, where you stand and think of going no further.
And it is good when you get to no further.
It is like a reason that picks you up
and places you where you always wanted to be.
This far, it is fair to be crossing, to have crossed.
Then there is no promise in the other.
Here it is. Steel and air, a mottled presence,
small panacea
and lucky for us.
And then it got very cool.

—John Ashbery




marissa montgomery