Yay, art!
Personal outings (not errands) are a rare treat for me. I’ve been aching to visit the Oklahoma City Museum of Art for a while, so for my birthday this year, that’s where we went. No kids. I wanted Matthew and I to get to be the kids for once.
Art is intriguing. I don’t pretend to be a critic, but there’s something about entering a gallery and allowing my eyes to consume and process mass amounts of information, while the rest of my body is virtually at rest. Paintings and sculptures are like puzzles with thousands of correct answers. The challenge is how many interpretations can I find. I haven’t decided if the art speaks to me, or the art is an excuse I use to speak to myself.
The pinnacle of the museum is the Dale Chiluly Collection. These grand glass sculptures are breathtaking, particularly when illuminated. My favorite was the majestic Neodymium Spears. But the displays offered a feast of colors and curves: balls, twists, rippled shells and staffs. Incredibly, none of the displays of glass were behind glass — another reason I’m glad we didn’t take Tornado.
The visiting exhibit was “Paris 1900,” the strength of which were the bouncy, flourished, advertising posters of the time. We were even inspired to go home and watch “Moulin Rouge” — not exactly the same!
