|OKC Museum of Art, Chihuly centerpiece|
|Chihuly floor to ceiling|
While touring the OKC Museum of Art with friends Lora and Leah, we were delighted to walk through the Chihuly gallery filled with illuminated colors of topaz, gold, scarlet, silver, cobalt blue, emerald green, and shapes that shift like in a dream.
The three of us did our best to be content with looking from various angles at the colorful structures of sapphire, amethyst, canary, and indigo. When we walked into a hallway leading to another room filled with bold designs, we were stopped in our tracks. The lighting in the ceiling flooded the hallway in streams of colors from the Chihuly art hanging above us. Our mouths dropped open in amazement. Not being satisfied to stare with heads leaning backwards we took our own bold move, and sat ourselves down on the floor at the far end where no one would walk on us, merely by us. From sitting we finally built up the nerve to lay on the floor.
|3 L's laughing not lounging on the floor|
|A ceiling filled with Chihuly's colorful designs.|
We laughed, pointed, admired, and gazed at the incredible art illuminating the hallway. Dale Chihuly's art gave us a moment to remember. His designs and colors still float serenely through my mind's eye leaving me with the desire to discover more Chihuly at Crystal Bridges, Bentonville, Arkansas.*
The temptation to touch, to peek, lurks within my spirit. On the cruise ship last year a magnificent blue glass Chihuly stood in the middle of crowded room. Since no one seemed to notice the art amidst the throngs of people and with an ever so slight desire to touch the magical art, I walked over to view the glass tentacles of twirling blues and greens. Suddenly, before I could reach out to touch two little girls scooted in front of me pointing, twisting their hands and arms like licorice, and giggling at the glass work that sat on the floor reaching upward to five feet in the air, just the right size for children. It was their giggling that caught my attention, so rather than touch I giggled. After all, the glass work demanded a show of spirited feelings.
|Similar to the swirling art on the cruise ship.|
It can be viewed at the Atlanta Botanical Gardens.
So, until I win the lottery and buy my own Chihuly to touch, I will continue to giggle in delight, twirl in circles like the swirls in his spherical shapes, and admire the glass art from a distance.
|This is what we have to look forward to at Crystal Bridges.|
Thank you Annette Mackey for sharing.