A visit to the New York Botanical Gardens in the Bronx could have been extra ordinary in any day, except for these unholy hours until the 29th of October(it could be more than extra ordinary this time). The glass master himself Dale Chihuly gave New Yorkers a most rare gift to be inert in awe and be drunk with the marvel of his work. Dale Chihuly was born in Tacoma, Washington in 1941 and he carries with him a long list of credential in design and art, most explicit; one could attest it is not easy to negate from. The man is a genius and palpable to insinuate...happy. Chihuly's art is variegated in size from a bursting yellow chandelier-like sculpture to crystalline red spires almost traversing the heavens. He resonates through glass the airiness of his art work despite the dense weight. Vibrant, radiant, inviting, intoxicating the feel is illusory yet vehemently real. The thrust of each individual glass takes a life of its own. Floating gigantic christmas ornaments dance on water with the brush of a breeze. A towering rose crystal totem greets you to the Conservatory. Surrounding the pond are transluscent grass blades of lime green and spears of lilac and fiery red as if they have been germinating for a long time in the garden and finally when Chihuly came, it was time to kiss the sun. What an allegory to see colorful glass art cohabitating with the floral world, perfect is an understatement. If this is not enough to unburden your weariness during the day, you should see Chihuly's work at night. When lights scream out of each curve and line, each color and tint; without digressing that some things are better than Disneyland.
(Chihuly's glass sculpture is a temporary installation in New York City, please visit his website at www.chihuly.com for notes on his tours and permanent installations) To view a video and some photos of his work visit www.theflounders.multiply.com
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