Art, poetry, Travel

Sculpture as Poetry

Chihuly's Persian
Chihuly’s Persian

For anyone who loves art, a trip to Seattle isn’t complete without visiting the Chihuly Garden and Glass exhibition in Seattle Center. Dale Chihuly is a Northwest artist who creates blown glass sculptures for inside and outside display.

I want people to be overwhelmed with light and color in a way they have never experienced.-Dale Chihuly

To walk through eight rooms of glass forests of flowers, sea life, Ikebana, gardens, and chandeliers is a wonderous journey through a world only an innovative artist could create.

Every room is a favorite room. Each inspired a creative impulse or evoked a physical response of widened eyes, sighs, ooohh, aahhs.

The third room featured the SeaLife Tower, 15 feet of glass, which gave me pause to open my journal and jot down some words.

Chihuly's SeaLife
Chihuly’s SeaLife

Sea Pearls

A vortex of sea serpents

swirl to indigo,

tentacles rise to aqua.

Sea stars, Conches, spiny urchins

ride blue violet waves

up a fluid pinnacle.

Caught in a whirlpool

they descend,

float like pearls

against a sunken night

The Chihuly Glasshouse is a 40 foot tall glass and steel structure, which includes a 100 foot long suspended sculpture. His work is displayed in Venice, Iceland, France, and the ceiling of Bellagio in Las Vegas.

If I ever get to Venice, Italy again I will look for his installation, Chihuly Over Venice.

Take a pause in your day to visit his website and view his spectacular art.

Inspiration, Self Care, Travel, Writing

Finding My Oasis Among 12,000 People

Riding the Escalators at AWP14
Riding the Escalators at AWP14

Imagine 12,000 people at a convention center, every escalator step filled, rising slowly through six floors packed with hundreds of people scurrying this way and that to rooms with 400 or more writers eager to jot down tips-maybe secrets-to writing stories.

This bee hive of activity quickly led me to my saturation point after two workshops and a walk through the cavernous book fair at AWP14 in Seattle, Washington. I don’t do well in large crowds (no Costco trips for me). I needed to breathe.

An oasis to this fullness was to walk into the cool 48 degree air, down hilly Pine Street, towards the slate blue waters of Elliott Bay, earmarked with the Seattle Great Wheel on the left and the soaring Space Needle on the right. In front of me, the Public Market, home of the infamous fish tossing antics of ruggedly handsome fisherman.

Elliott Bay behind Pike's Place Public Market, Seattle
Elliott Bay behind Pike’s Place Public Market, Seattle

Through the windows in the building, ferries slow waltz towards Bainbridge Island, Tillicum Village and on the far right, a sign points towards Pier 69, home of the Victoria Clipper, the ferry to Victoria B.C.

An array of smells met me when I wandered through the market. Seafood, leather, and lavender sachets welcomed my attention. Eyes fell on coral tulips, silvery tufts of Pussy willow branches, soft watercolor paintings of tourist sites and vendors selling handcrafted chocolate linguine.

The invigorating walk back to the conference center, through roasted coffee aromas, gave me an alertness of an espresso shot.

Back inside the Washington Conference Center, and the 12,000 writers, the escalator ride to the possibility of gleaning information to help me become a better writer awaited.