Yesterday a friend and I took advantage of a local Groupon and visited the Chihuly collection in St Petersburg, Florida as the first step in my efforts to be a Museum Ambassador. (I love any excuse to say his name out loud, it's an intensely fun sound: Chihuly, Chihuly, Chihuly!) Friend is a cultured enough fellow, but doesn't care much for art museums. He's of a practical frame of mind, and I stopped trying to convince him to visit art museums with me when I got tired of trying to answer when he asked, "why is this art?" But with a glass of wine and after-hours admission to the collection in the offing, I figured it was as good a time as any to make museum-y overtures.
Overall the evening was a success--and I've learned that a glass of wine rarely hurts when trying to make someone more receptive art. Dale Chihuly's work is truly stunning, and the Morean has done a fantastic job of creating a setting that frames his work well. The exhibit is truly an immersive experience, and it was a lot of fun to listen to the other folks wandering through the exhibits with us.
photo (c) the Morean Arts Center: www.moreanartscenter.org |
My one quibble is just proof that I've spent too long in history museums, but I kept looking for more explanations. I love knowing the details of a piece, that it took four assistants and six years, or that the model was the painter's dentist, or any little piece of background. It's a personal thing, I know--many people don't want to know the background if it will ruin their personal interpretation of a piece of art. I'm a person who likes to know stuff, and as I looked at the chandeliers and boats full of baubles I was astonished and I really really wanted to know how he did it. It's a personal preference, for sure, but I was disappointed that the wall text was never anything more than the titles of the pieces.
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