Wave

One Word Sunday: wave

The power of light

“Not all the wings are made up of feathers my dear. Some are made of glass too.”
― Akshay Vasu, The Abandoned Paradise: Unraveling the beauty of untouched thoughts and dreams

Let’s take one last look at the ultimate group of sculptures on our walk. Notice how the backlighting from the sun fires the beauty of the glass.

“I don’t wish to argue,
whether the glass is
half empty or half full,
as long as what it holds,
is pure and delightful.”
― Akash Mandal

A few grace notes.

“When you look at a piece of delicately spun glass you think of two things: how beautiful it is and how easily it can be broken.”
― Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie

Moving to a different spot adds the interest of shadow.

That ends our tour of the 2022 Chihuly installation at the Desert Botanical Garden of Phoenix. I hope you’ve enjoyed the trip. It’s possible you’ll be treated to some of non-glass sightings in coming days or maybe even a few shots of glass that I didn’t use before. For now, thanks for walking with me and enjoy your Wednesday.

Ethereal

One Word Sunday: real or ethereal

A dreamboat afloat in the desert

Six-Word Saturday 1.29.22

Just FYI, Mom was admitted to the hospital last night and it’s rather serious so I’ll not be around much today and ??? Thanks for your understanding and prayers.

Fantastical Friday

Fantastical: fanciful; unreal; whimsical; capricious; fantastic.

Although I couldn’t get any very good photos of this creation, I think you’ll agree that it certainly is fantastical or any of the synonyms listed above. Can you say sci-fi creatures anyone?

Wordless Wednesday…sparkles and pick up sticks

You gotta go where you wanna go

Dan mentioned how he likes to go where he’s not supposed to go and when I’m close to sculptures like these, it’s all I can do not to touch (a definite no-no.) Look around. No one near? Let’s creep a bit closer, allowing us to appreciate the shapes and lines of Chihuly’s work up close and personal. And oh, the colors!

I can’t resist one more of these. Due to the angle of the shot, the smaller orange shape appears to have a hand to its head (is it “Oh, my!” or “My head’s killing me”?) while the larger one in the middle might be wiping away a tear or getting a speck out of its eye. Meanwhile the blue on the right continues to undulate.

This one is my husband’s favorite

Six–Word Saturday 1.22.22

If Medusa decided to go green

…this might be the result if she were turned to glass (rather than a pillar of salt like Lot’s wife.)

Darling, who IS your stylist? Those curls are divine!

Blue, blue, my world is blue.

We enter the garden, we’re stunned by the boat…then we look up to behold a forest of slender trees or perhaps reeds unmoved by any wind. Surrounded by stout, prickly cacti guardians, they rise gracefully, some straight, others in sinuous shapes.

“I need the shade of blue that rips your heart out. You don’t see that type of blue around here.”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

Let’s go a little closer.

“If magic was a colour,
That colour would be sparkling blue”
― Lucy H. Pearce,

Then we’ll let the camera takes us where we’re not physically allowed to go…in amongst the creations.

“Humans get hungry for blue, it seems: to hold the sea in their hands, to wear the sky in their hair, to drape themselves in the hazy blue of distant mountains. Blue is more than a colour: it is a feeling. We don’t say that we feel orange or purple, but we say we feel blue when our souls are sad and heavy. We
play or sing or listen to the blues to express this sensation. Like any colour, it cannot be adequately described with words, only experienced, known through the eyes and the soul.

Making blue has always been magic: the domain of alchemists since the beginning of human history. To find red only required blood or berries or the smearing of red clay. To make brown was as simple as
reaching down to the earth beneath one’s feet. White chalk is plentiful in many places, or can be replaced by fire ash. But blue appears rarely in forms from which paints or dyes can be made…blue requires earthly magic.”
― Lucy H. Pearce, She of the Sea