Bye, Bye, Chihuly

As late, I’ve become an absolute freak for the MFA.  (Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts, for those of you not from around these parts.)  The museum added a new wing not too long ago and since the beginning of January, I’ve visited six times.

Yes.  Six.

I’m not an art freak.  I never took an art class.  I have no idea what I’m talking about when it comes to this sort of stuff.  I can’t draw to save my life, and there’s not a single artistic bone in my body.

(For future note:  here’s where we get into a debate about art vs. craft.  I have many, many crafty bones in my body.  Need something?  Give me an hour and a fully stocked craft store and I can MacGyver it for you.  I have my talents.  They just don’t qualify as art.)

The first few visits were just to see the Art of the America’s wing, which is magnificent and includes a whole room filled with the work of my man, John Singer Sargent.   I’m not sure I ever would have fallen in love with the city of Boston and stayed here through 19 bitter, ridiculous, soul crushing winters if it wasn’t for John Singer Sargent.

The Chihuly exhibit kept me coming back.  Dale Chihuly is a modern glassblower.  Or, to be more accurate, he’s the guy who tells the glassblowers what to do.  Chihuly and his team create amazingly large and detailed glass artworks that are colorful, whimsical, and dark…all at the same time.

Intrigued?  Sorry.  The exhibit closed today.  I’ll do my best to show you what you might have missed.

The first three times I saw the exhibit, (Yes, three.  You got something to say about that?) I forgot my “real” camera and had only my iPhone.  Not all of the pictures came out brilliantly.

Believe me, it's so much better than this.

Believe me, it's so much better than this.

The fourth time I went to the Chihuly exhibit…success! I finally brought my camera. Now, we’re talking…

Hmm...bright red spikes hanging precariously over my head?  Sign me up!

Hmm...bright red spikes hanging precariously over my head? Sign me up!

Amazing shapes.  Magnificent details.  No photo can do this justice.

Amazing shapes. Magnificent details. No photo can do this justice.

But, do you know the most surprising thing I learned at the Chihuly exhibit?

iPhone cameras kick ass!

Not to be a corporate shill or anything, but when I got home and compared my iPhone pics to my Nikon SLR pics, the Nikon didn’t always do better. For example…one of these is from my iPhone, the other is from my SLR. Can you tell which is which?

Good colors.  Sharp details.  The blackest of blacks.  Hmm...

Good colors. Sharp details. The blackest of blacks. Hmm...

Good colors.  Sharp details.  The blackest of blacks.  Double hmm...

Good colors. Sharp details. The blackest of blacks. Double hmm...

Collage time:
About half of these are iPhone…the other half are Nikon SLR.

I'm not even sure I remember which is which!

I'm not even sure I remember which is which!

Here’s my only complaint about the exhibit. I alluded to it earlier. Dale Chihuly doesn’t actually blow glass. The loss of sight in one eye combined with a shoulder injury caused him to stop participating in the actual creation of his work decades ago. (In related news: he wears a pirate patch over one eye, which seems a little artist-schticky to me. In the past 150 years, I know we’ve come up with better options.)

Some of his collaborators are given credit on the museum’s walls. Others are not. Personally, I think the exhibit should be called, Chihuly and Friends. But, then, maybe they’re not all friends? Chihuly and Minions, maybe?

Which brings up my last and final point. Chihuly is always best experienced with good company.

Don't I have the bestest friends?

Don't I have the very bestest friends?

So, thanks to everyone who made my four (yes four) visits to the Chihuly exhibit a blast! And, with any luck and a whole bunch of fundraising, the museum is going to keep the biggest piece in the collection:  the lime green icicle tower.   So, hopefully, there will be many more pics like this one!

Those pretty green spikes remind me of home.  Seriously.  That's not a joke!

Those pretty green spikes remind me of home. Seriously.

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