Construction cranes loom over Walker Art Center, while Bobcats sculpt dirt in the muddy lot across the street.
We've seen this movie before.
Often.
The action is at the Walker and the Minneapolis Sculpture Garden this year, but similar events have unfolded at dozens of Minnesota cultural institutions during the past 30 years.
Since September 1984, when I became the Star Tribune's first writer assigned to cover the visual arts full time, the local art scene has experienced extraordinary growth and change. As I retire, I look back on those protean years with some amazement and, no doubt, a bit of nostalgia.
Even long-range planners didn't predict most of what evolved at museums, in artists' lofts and neighborhoods or in the art scene in general. They couldn't have. Peering ahead? Well, obviously, change and surprise are inevitable. Beyond that, all is guesswork.
Back in the mid-'80s, a minimalist, brick-box Walker and the adjacent Guthrie Theater shared a hillside overlooking a parched baseball field. Across town, the Minneapolis Institute of Art was still settling into a 1974 modernist addition that wrapped around the original 1915 neoclassical building. And what is now the Weisman Art Museum was an anonymous gallery crammed into little rooms on the top floor of the University of Minnesota's Northrop Auditorium.
Raw loft spaces could be rented cheaply in the empty warehouses and light-industry buildings in Minneapolis' Warehouse District and St. Paul's Lowertown. So artists moved in, threw up some drywall and set to work and live in their improvised quarters.