Unless you live in Iceland, there's a slim chance of finding an artist project that willingly takes place outdoors, on a frozen lake, in the middle of winter, anywhere in the world but Minnesota.
So who needs to travel to Iceland when you can discover the Art Shanty Projects, a collection of 21 ice-fishing houses turned art installations, on view weekends through Feb. 11 on Lake Harriet in Minneapolis.
Imagine if a carnival met up with a weird public art installation, all on ice. The shanties actually are officially categorized as "dark houses," which is what Minnesotans apply for when they get a permit for an icehouse.
A standout this year is the Tomb of the Unknown Minnow by Nicholas Maurstad, Angela Maki North and Mike Taus, wherein serial ceremonies are conducted to celebrate the life and death of a random fish.
Art Shanty Projects artistic director Lacey Prpic Hedtke happened to stop by the tomb at just the right moment recently.
"They were like, 'Would you like to carry the body for the funeral?' We roamed around, said a couple of words, sang a hymn, and then we cremated Uncle Leroy — that was the minnow's name," she said. The minnow shanty even has tiny death certificates, which can be notarized over at the Notary Shanty, created by Alyssa Baguss and Jenni Undis.
It was almost closing time on a Sunday afternoon when I wandered over to the Notary Shanty, where visitors are led into what feels like a 1972 office space, replete with brown-laminate fake wood wallpaper and a portrait of Gov. Mark Dayton. The artists actually went through the process to become real public notaries. Visitors can choose from a variety of pledges, contracts and resolutions, fill out a form and get the seal of approval. While this all seems like a performance of legal documents that push idea into law, it is also a commentary on the silliness of the legal systems that bind us all.
Minneapolis residents Gina and Brad Rohles were standing in line in front of me, waiting to get two very important declarations notarized. The whole process took a few minutes. The notary read their declarations out loud, stamped them, and wished them luck. I scurried out behind them, with a few legal-ish questions of my own.