Showing posts with label Joslyn Art Museum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joslyn Art Museum. Show all posts

Monday, November 15, 2010

Looking for Chihuly

Kalamazoo Ruby Light Chandelier
The Kalamazoo Institute of Arts has a chandelier by Dale Chihuly, and a few years go hosted an exhibit of his glass works. It was spectacular! The pieces were so amazing. We took lots of photos when we visited; here are just two.

The is a permanent exhibit at the KIA - a magnificent chandelier that hangs at the entrance.

Mille Fiori V
The Mille Fiori V is one of my favorite pieces from that exhibition. (I think my very favorite was the red boat, but we really didn't get a good picture of that one.) For me, it evokes a remarkable image of grasses by the shore.

If you're curious, here's a link to our photos from that exhibit: Chihuly in Kalamazoo. There's even a photo of a museum curator dusting the Mille Fiori, very carefully!



Yellow Boat


This past May, we were able to see more Chihuly - this time, at Frederik Meijer Gardens & Sculpture Park, in Grand Rapids. Again, the pieces were astounding. So full of drama, and larger-than-life. There was another boat piece (this time, actually floating in water).







Citron Green and Red Tower
Here is a tower, and a close-up. I think about how many pieces were used to create this, and I am astonished by the patience required. (You would think a knitter would be patient, but this amazes me.)

(I originally had two detail shots - but I'm struggling to get these pictures intermingled nicely with the text - so I'm leaving it at one...!)



















Detail: Joslyn Art Museum Window
In Omaha, at the Joslyn Art Museum, what did we find? More Chihuly!

This is a close-up from the installation in the 50-foot-high atrium. In Chihuly's words, "over two thousand handblown parts create a monumental window of color and form. (See here.)







Sunday, November 7, 2010

Large Covered Wagon

In June, Jim & I traveled to Ponca, NE. We attended a family reunion with my brother & sister-in-law, Dave & Joyce, and their children & grandchildren. (Doug and Mandy bravely organized this affair.)

On the way home, we visited Joslyn Art Museum, in Omaha NE. This piece was in their outdoor sculpture garden: "Large Covered Wagon," by Tom Otterness.

I love the whimsical depiciton of the ox, and the pioneer woman. But most of all, I was amused by the children fighting in the back of the wagon.

It reminded me of childhood trips with our family. I think we generally were well-behaved (really!), but I'm sure the back of our station wagon had scenes not unlike this scene at the back of a covered wagon.

Where did we travel as a family? The trips I remember most were our epic journeys from Pennsylvania to Idaho, to visit Grandma & Grandpa (Dad's parents). Different trips followed different routes, so we saw lots of the country en route, such as Yellowstone Park; Glacier National Park; the Black Hills of South Dakota. I think we saw Mount Rushmore - or am I misremembering?

Dad also stopped at the places kids like, such as Mystery Spot. I don't remember where this was - there are many such tourist traps - but I remember that Dave (tall) & I (short, of course) stood next to each other, and our heights apparently changed...? Ah, the mystery of it all.

Some of our travel arrangements will no doubt elicit horror from today's safety-conscious parents, though I will point out that I lived to tell the tale... We generally travelled in a station wagon, sans seat belts. Mom & Dad had the front row seats, and we four kids held court in the middle seat, and in the 'way back,' generally with that seat folded down to make a flat area. At night, we would stop and set up the sleeping arrangements: we folded down the middle seat, and then Dad arranged plywood boards across the very back, from window to window. Dave & I unfolded our sleeping bags under those boards, with our heads in the middle seat area (not under the plywood; that would have been a bit much!); Paul & Lori slept on top of the plywood. Mom & Dad then drove into the night, and we would wake to find the car pulled off somewhere along the road, with them sleeping in their seats. What a way to travel!