Wednesday, January 24, 2018

THE WONDROUS GLASS OF DALE CHIHULY!

Wednesday, January 24, 2018
Travelers Rest Resort
Dade City, Florida
75 F, Sunny

Just 40 minutes away in St. Petersburg, stunning glass exhibits by Dale Chihuly, glass artist extraordinaire, are housed in the first ever building specifically designed for his work—art and architecture work together. Originally the TRR Garden Club had planned a trip tomorrow to see the Morean Art Center ($17.95/pp), but not enough people signed up. Thank goodness TK was willing to drive and we benefited from the beauty today!

Each room of the permanent collection was amazing, a testament to the vision of a man who was not afraid to find out if glass blowing and glass art had any limits. I have seen Chihuly’s work before, but today every single step I took through the art center made me gasp with delight.

The “Ruby Red Icicle Chandelier,” approximately 4 feet tall, hung alone in a room,” approximately 4 feet tall, hung alone in a room projecting straight spikes of warm fire. 

Ruby Red Icicle Chandelier/Dale Chihuly

Another chandelier, all blues of different hues, projected spirals, corkscrews, and curls tumbling and glowing overhead and seemed to energize the room like the waves of an ocean.

Blue Chandelier/Dale Chihuly

Blue Chandelier closeup

A boat full of glass “Niijima Floats” looked adrift in a sea of floats, yellows, reds, blues, greens, shining brightly –akin to marbles though up to a foot in diameter.
Niijima Floats


After viewing the exhibit we watched a film of one of Chihuly’s week long lecture series that 10,000 people attended a few years ago. Dale Chihuly, born in 1941, attended several universities for interior design, but became interested in blown glass. He also studied Murano glass in Italy and there learned the benefit of teamwork.  I will not pretend to be his biographer, but he certainly is an important glass artist of our time. TK and I have visited many art glass factories, like Blenko and Fenton Art Glass in West Virginia, and Vitrix in Corning, New York, yet none were on the scale of Chihuly. He is known for pushing the limits of molten glass and the size of the sculptures.

The film described different styles of his art—
Baskets-large basket-like bowls with fluted edge
Chihuly Baskets

Seaforms—glass forms reminiscent of sea urchins and sea shells
Macchia series—soft cylinders (3 ft. high x 3 ft. wide) using 300 colors available in glass
Glass designs inspired by Navajo and Pendleton blankets--rolling the hot glass spheres in shards placed in a design reminiscent of the weft and warp of the blankets
Persian series-starting with a geometric shape and then letting them take their own shape—using a mold to flute the form
Chihuly Persians displayed overhead

Piccolo Venetians—free form creative
Putti—the artist forms a cherub like figure with glass and then attaches it to another form, like a cylinder
Lobster-“some animals look good in glass”
Ikebana—named for the ritualistic form of Japanese art arranging
Ikebana Closeup

Niijima Floats (some 40 inches in diameter)—inspired by the glass floats used by Japanese fishermen-his most complicated
Fiori—a compilation of all his other forms

I am so grateful that we were able to see this permanent collection at the Morean Art Center today—glass structures a delight at every turn.

Mary Lou wanted us to dine at the 4-Star Vinoy Hotel on the waterfront for lunch. This grand hotel was restored in the 1990s and the classic, historic dining room did not disappoint—good service and excellent food, burgers ($18) done to perfection, Caesar salad complete with anchovies, and perfect flounder sandwich.  https://www.marriott.com/hotels/travel/tpasr-the-vinoy-renaissance-st.-petersburg-resort-and-golf-club/ 

Vinoy Renaissance Hotel
  
TK’s Take: Driving in Florida is a challenge.

JK’s Lesson Learned: B1 would not be pleased with her grandma today. I decided not to take my new DSLR to the museum because most museums do not allow photography. As I walked into the art center today, I read, “Photography Welcomed.” Oh my, I was upset with myself. Doubly upset since I forgot my phone—to walk into a museum so full of beauty without a camera is a sin. (almost as bad as taking one’s camera, but not reinserting the SD card like I did last week). I had to pry TK’s cell phone out of his hands so that I could take the photos posted today.

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