|A panel among 20 in the ceiling|
Last weekend, if souls could make music, mine would have filled the rooms of the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts; perhaps serene violin, sprinkled with ocassional bursts of happy flute. This, as I toured Dale Chihuly (pronounced, " ChihOOie") exhibit of blown glass creations.
Chihuly’s works somehow incorporate our known world and our imagined one with colors, forms, shadows, and light that seem a glimpse of glory.
Where nothing that hurts can reside.
Chihuly, however, is familiar with pain. Although he’s a pragmatist, his art undoubtedly has been influenced by his physical tragedies. The same year (1976) he broke onto the world-wide arena, at the news of two of his pieces being acquired by the Metropolitan Museum of Modern Art, he was blinded in one eye. Ironically, it was glass that blinded him, when the windshield shattered, cutting his face severely.
|I thought of my electric pain when I saw this--but this is 5 feet tall|
Afterwards, Chihuly persevered on somehow, with just the use of one eye.
Just three years later, though, his glass blowing years were ended for good when he messed up his shoulder in a surfing accident.
|Warren getting only a partial view of this two story piece. What a view!|
It doesn’t seem that it slowed him down much. The only direct quote I found regarding how Chihuly’s physical diversities impacted him was on Wikipedia: “He said in an interview, ‘Once I stepped back, I liked the view’, pointing out that it allowed him to see the work from more perspectives and enabled him to anticipate problems faster.”
|That white "octopus" looking thing in front, IS the size of an octopus.|
This exhibit was like a huge under-sea reef--filling about a 40 foot room.
He gave his life over to teaching others his forms and methods, which gave him freedom to focus on design and entrepreneurship, succeeding at all three.
Lots of lessons are here as I look forward. How am I using my limitations? My pain? How much do I see what I cannot do, rather than what I can do instead?
|Yes, that's a real boat!|
|These were breath-taking...like gigantic clam shells.|
"I'd love one in my yard, Honey!"
Could we afford about 100 grand?
(Good thoughts and photos on this snowy January afternoon.)
Until next time,