Oh Blue Heron Come to Me
The State of the Art exhibit at Crystal Bridges is coming to a close so my daughter and I went for one final look. The part of the exhibit on the south end will close after Monday, but we will still be able to view the rest of the exhibit for perhaps a couple more weeks. I’ll upload more photos with my next post, but here is Alexx coming out of the Reflecting Room (by Dan Steinhilber).
This room–the walls, the ceiling, the benches, and the floor–is covered in silver mylar (think helium balloons). There is a fan which keeps the walls suspended–until it shuts down. Then the walls start creeping down gradually. If you wanted the full effect, you would enter when the ceiling lights were on and the room would go dark as the walls inched down. Somehow the timing has gotten off and the lights stayed on until the fan started again and then the lights were off for a little while.
There is a strange figure sitting atop a garbage can in the room–not sure why–and today there was a hole in the mylar on the floor–there are many patches on the floor because this room has seen a lot of feet (and perhaps a few stilettos).
After dropping dear daughter off, I went down to the dam on Lake Bella Vista, sitting on the rocks with my cushion, waiting for the blue heron. After weeks of cold, it was nearly 60 today. I figured I was a little early (or a little late)–I often see one or both herons at 12:30 or 3:30, but you really never know when they will show up. I quietly snapped pictures; I sat stock still; I even tried singing them in (yes, I have a heron song). After two hours, I stood up to get some circulation in my derriere and sure enough, the blue heron popped by but not in front of me as I had hoped. S(he) was quite a ways off and while trying to focus in, (s)he flew off. Then the fisherman who had been in the same spot earlier came down across from me, so I figured it was time to go home. I’ll try again next week after the holiday. Have a great weekend.