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| - Let me preface this by saying the sculptures for the Chihuly exhibit were beautiful and they were incorporated into their surroundings perfectly. They also made you wonder how on earth they shipped and put together all that glass. It was such a beautiful evening too.
But it was an absolute madhouse! It was snow bird hell. Now, I don't mind that this is a big tourist attraction. If I were one, this would be on my list of things to see also. But the nighttime logistics and the volume of tickets sold for each showing were downright dangerous.
Firstly, the terrain was quite uneven and there was very little light along the ground of the pathways. I had to turn on the flashlight app from my phone and shine it downward so my mother (or myself) wouldn't go tumbling into a Cholla. I did brush up against a few cacti on the path because there were traffic jams in front of each piece. There were also serious photographers with fancy cameras and tripods in front of almost every sculpture and people kept stopping not wanting to ruin their shots. This created an even bigger log jam.
There were no clear directional signs or arrows pointing out which paths to follow. We kept following ones that led to nowhere and were very dark. We found ourselves telling other bewildered art lovers, "Thank you for doing our legwork." as they would emerge confused from one of these dead ends.
There was a totally unnecessary and artery clogging show of a few scantily clad ladies with light up hula hoops; gyrating and doing acrobatics. However, the elderly gentlemen on scooters especially seemed to enjoy them. My brother had to save one of these scooter men and his walking wife from plowing straight into a dimly lit cement bench. We kept saying things like, "They should have made us sign a waiver for this. This is treacherous. I wonder if they have a first aid tent somewhere?" It was utter chaos.
To cap off our experience, there was a wedding reception one could see in a gazebo area off the pathway. The music being played over there was totally harshing my mellow.....what mellow I had left after dodging Hoverounds and making sure my mom (who'd had a couple glasses of wine) didn't fall. They played "Love Shack", "Buttercup" and "Play That Funky Music White Boy" TWICE APIECE in the 90 mins we were there. That DJ should have been stoned to death.
Oh, and one more thing. As we entered, the young man who put the little paper bracelets on our wrists pointed out the maps behind him in a basket. We took a few but they turned out just to be programs. There were no maps inside them, nor did there seem to be maps anywhere.
So, to sum up: Beautiful art which really needs to be viewed at night to see its full impact. Great placement, beautiful weather.....thumbs up. Feeling like cattle being herded toward the killing floor? "Love Shack"? Twice?!.....Thumbs down.
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