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| The Adkins Harris Wedding, Rainier Club, Seattle, ©2012 by Sam Day. Oil on canvas, 30 x 40 inches. |
The Rainier Club is the oldest, and arguably the most
important private club in Seattle. Founded when the city still had mud streets,
the club hosted the first trade delegations from Japan to the United States. A
century later, a
US president broke bread here in Asia Pacific Economic Cooperation meetings with Japan,
China, and other Pacific Rim nations— the first
APEC meetings in the United
States. Lesser events within these walls are too numerous to mention, with the notable exception of the Adkins-Harris wedding of August 25, 2012.
The architecture is appropriately grand. Designed by
Kirtland Cutter in 1904, in what was later called the
Jacobethan style— a mixture of
Elizabethan and
Jacobean architecture; in short, a mash-up of everything. There
are curvilinear parapet gables on all facades. The exterior is flash-fired
clinker brick. And in room after room, one finds homage to a different age. In
this one, ten solid Doric columns as thick as a Douglas Fir are illuminated on
the west by peaked, gothic church windows, and on the east by a walk-in
fireplace big enough for a half a cord of wood to be stored in the shadows (no
longer used). The east walls are painted a dark crimson/Venetian red, from
which the clinker brick of the fireplace recedes. But the other walls are a
glowing Georgian yellow, trimmed in cream. The
Doric columns are a glossy
Van Dyck brown, looking chocolate in sunlight, and nearly black at night.
The art collection is one of the best in the city. The lobby
has the usual
Northwest Masters such as
Morris Graves and
Kenneth Callahan, as well as living
masters like
Alden Mason. The halls are lined with photogravures in their
original Art Nouveau frames by
Edward S. Curtis, the famed photographer of Native
Americans who lived in the club for a time, and paid his rent in original
prints. There’s an
Albert Bierstadt oil painting of
Mount Rainier in the room
where dinner was served. Among period seascapes, an incomparable portrait of
Emma Frye hangs in the room where this couple was married.
It is into that room that we glimpse on the right side of my
painting, and from which the couple emerges to join their guests.
The bride, a high school classmate of mine, wore a gown of
pure sunlight refracted by something much softer than sequins— designed by
Reem Accra—, and carried a
bouquet by
Aría Style. The groomsmen wore carmine colored orchids; the groom’s
was white.
On the far left of the painting, the groom’s daughter sits at
the
Steinway, effortlessly embellishing Beatles songs. His son stands tall in
the center with hereditary aplomb, next to the bride’s sister and the father of
the groom. The genial best man and his wife are in the lower left, and a niece
and nephew hold up a pillar with great interest. The mother of the bride is
seated (in white) in mid distance in a room crowded with friends and family.
Along the north wall the band
A New Groove belted out 70s R&B and rock classics, and
Geoffrey Castle, a
soloist on six string electric violin, fused musical styles with unparalleled virtuosity.
It was a great evening, in a great place, with great people.
It was great to be there, and a privilege to paint it.
