In the dozen years since it opened in a Lyndale Avenue storefront, Soo Visual Arts Center has survived the Great Recession, the sudden death last year of its founder, Suzy Greenberg, and the art world's fickle winds of taste and style.
Throughout it all, the spunky little gallery has expanded, contracted and sometimes partnered with other nonprofit organizations — most notably Minneapolis College of Art and Design, whose MFA exhibits it once presented, and Highpoint Center for Printmaking, which rented space from SooVAC before decamping for a building of its own.
That it has managed all this with 1½ staff people and a volunteer board of directors is no small accomplishment in a tough economy.
SooVAC has always welcomed new ideas, as it does in "Untitled 10," its 10th annual juried show, which features 25 artists picked from more than 220 applicants by Heid E. Erdrich, a poet and consultant specializing in American Indian art, and Jennifer Phelps, director of Burnet Gallery in downtown Minneapolis.
Their choices — 49 mostly smallish paintings, prints and photos — were somewhat constrained by the fact that the gallery now occupies only a tiny portion of its building. (It also has a pop-up holiday shop at 3506 Nicollet Av. S.)
Mountains and majesty
Even so, the show is gracefully installed and there is some impressive big stuff.
The "Matterhorn," a landscape mural cleverly cut from wallpaper, dominates the front alcove. Starting with a generic photo of an alpine lake surrounded by spiky peaks, artist Alyssa Baguss carefully cut out little chunks of the mountains, removing fissures and facets of their topography while leaving a lacy lattice of imagery that accentuates the geography. Baguss compares the technique to computer-generated "fractal meshes." The result is an intriguing matrix that is far more interesting than its mundane origin would suggest.
Miranda Brandon's photos of dead birds — a bunting and a warbler — also pack a majestic wallop. In images about 4 feet wide, she shows the birds splattered onto invisible walls as if they'd just flown breast-first into a window with head tossed back, wings splayed, feet trailing. Their mirror-image shadows look like ghosts. Killed by chance encounters with invisible architecture, the birds are hauntingly posed and touchingly beautiful.