Hi, everyone! I got to show some family around Seattle last weekend. Here's some of what we got up to.
We ate at the restaurant on the top of the Space Needle. I always thought this would be awesome, but since I've moved to Seattle, I've seen lots of people roll their eyes at it because it's such a tourist trap.
Fortunately, it takes a lot to make me roll my eyes, so I had a blast.
Afterward, we went to see the Dale Chihuly exhibit beside the Space Needle. It was a really interesting experience because I gradually came to a conclusion I've never made about another piece of visual art--the only purpose of these intricate glass mammoths was to be beautiful. And they were.
Apparently, a lot of people criticize Chihuly because of that fact. And I understand because heaven knows I can be snobby about books that don't try to be more than diverting. But at the same time, it was an experience going to an art exhibit where everyone responded to the art with unconscious joy.
I went to the Museum of Modern Art when I visited New York last month (I never blogged about New York, did I? I'll fix that). And I swear nobody there looked happy. They looked a lot of other things--contemplative and thoughtful (and sometimes bored)--but never happy. But everyone at the Chihuly exhibit wore these massive, silly smiles like they couldn't believe that these things really existed.
People say Chihuly doesn't make people think enough to be considered true art. Oddly enough, the Chihuly exhibit made me think more than any other exhibit I've visited recently, about what art is and about how my perceptions vary so widely in mediums different from my own.