The secret lives of plants

Feed me, Seymour?

Feed me, Seymour?

When you walk into B. Sakata Garo, at 923 20th Street, you’ll see Bill Berry’s amusing faux flora lining the shelves, a focus of the well-named Wake up and Smell the Flowers. The untitled foam-based works, planted in plain clay terra-cotta pots from Italy, drip with resin, like cloying nectar. They could be relatives of the plant in Little Shop of Horrors. Even as you check out Dennis Raines’ playfully etiquette-sensitive print-media pieces, you feel those flowers behind you—and there are lots of them—lining the wall on the other side of the room, looming around the corner. Suddenly, the creep factor sets in. You remember another, eerier, plant movie: Invasion of the Body Snatchers. The screams of the “pod” people reverberate in your mind, and a nervy curiosity lures you back to that strange vegetation for another look. Careful! Call (916) 447-4276 for more information.