Sunday, September 13, 2009
This is one of the strangest landmarks in the city of Denver. It's an installation of public art at the north end of the 16th Street Mall, right by the pedestrian bridge that crosses I-25 and connects downtown Denver to the Highlands.
At night, it's lit up from within, and it glows in a menacing way.
It is evocative. Everybody I've talked to about it has very strong feelings about it.
Mostly because it's hideous.
It's the Gelatinous Giant. It looks like it should be throbbing and pulsing.
It probably has syphilis.
It rivals Mustang, ole Bluecifer, as Denver's most unsettling piece of public art.
I didn't know the title of the piece before today. National Velvet. I've always simply referred to it as the giant red blob.
(National Velvet is an old Elizabeth Taylor movie.)
I didn't even notice this as I was taking the picture, and it was only upon later review that I noticed that the new Salvagetti building is apparently right next to the monstrosity. That's it in the background above.
The sign and the "I (heart) bikes" mural on the side of the building are almost exactly the same shade of red as National Velvet.
We (Ladyfriend and myself) went to Salvagetti this afternoon. First time since they relocated.
The Lady had complained to me about her trike having some problems shifting. It wouldn't go into 3rd at all, and in 1st the pedals had a tendency to spin freely, not engaging the wheels at all.
That sounded like it was far beyond my meager mechanic abilities, so we shoved it in the trunk of the Subaru and ventured across town.
Once there, we unloaded the big thing, and once inside, Hannah fiddled with the tension on the shifter cable and fixed the damn thing in about thirty seconds.
Which just goes to show ya.
I consider myself a very bike-savvy dude. And I didn't recognize that this was something that could be fixed by tugging on a cable and turning a nut.
If you haven't seen Salvagetti's new digs yet, do yourself a favor and go take a gander.
It's pretty grand.