About two, maybe three weeks ago, my sister-in-law Barb called and asked if I was interested in going to Grounds For Sculpture to their night event "Night Waves". I said yes. We had to do it soon because the show ends the first week in April.
We chose yesterday. I'm glad I printed the tickets that day because my emailed tickets never arrived. I'm guessing that I mixed up my school and personal email. Of course we picked the one day of winter when they were calling for heavy rain and wind. We dressed for battle.
Our tickets were at 6. We left her house in east Allentown at 3 and it took two hours during rush hour to get there. Sadly Allentown traffic was the worse. We were less than a half hour away when it started to drizzle. We found a Chinese place to eat at five minutes from the venue. It's funny, when discussing options I said Asian because Pat hates it and won't eat rice. I rarely make it. Barb said David didn't like Asian food either so she rarely has it. (There was a food my brother didn't like? I'm shocked.) In another life we guessed the restaurant was Italian—crystal chandeliers in a Chinese restaurant are odd. Though they made an effort to have a Chinese decor. My food was good but salty for my palette. We both brought home leftovers. It was certainly cold enough to keep them chilled.
We actually entered GFS a little after 6. It was a light rain when we got out of the car. But by the time we headed out into the park the rain stopped. We discovered a map wasn't necessary. All the paths that they didn't want you to take were roped off. There was no getting lost. As we walked to the section of the park that was lit they had key sculptures simply up-lit. It was pretty.
At the top of the post is #1. We heard the music before we saw the lights. Almost every one had sound with it. We watched for awhile and almost missed this rainbow lava flow. (Sculpture is called "Eolith" by Isaac Witkins. I don't know the artists that lit them.) As you left there there were lit rods hanging in the trees. Vertical rods on bare trees. Horizontal on pines.
#2: "Dorion" by Bruce Beasley. It's a giant metal origami crane in a pond surrounded by arborvitae. Pictures didn't turn out. The projection was on the plant life and bounced off of the sculpture.
#3 was the "Nine Muses" by Carlos Dorrien. You could walk thru this one. Again it was surrounded by water.
#4 The blob looking thing is called "Memory" by Masayuki Koorida. The upside down V shaped lights that you walk thru are the (#5) Wisteria Pergola.
Now my numbering might be all wrong. I think the horticultural stuff is not numbered. But we crossed a little bridge and walked thru a (#6) bamboo forest. This I took a walking video. This is where I alsodiscovered you can not shoot video horizontally.
#7 was "Arch Set II" by Elizabeth Strong-Cuevas. Quickly followed by more rods. This time anchored from the ground. You could walk into it or around it. We did both. This is where I believe #8 "Dancers" by Alexander Rutsch was.
Then we came to a fork in the road. One was rustic, the other said "accessible". We took the rustic route and ended up at the amphitheater. #9 was the whole amphitheater. And there was tablet inside of a metal frame that you played like a xylophone. Again, I got some cool but useless horizontal video.
When we came out of the amphitheater, we walked thru the lit (#10) "Forest of the Subconscious" until we came to #11, the Sacred Sun. It looked like a triangle-ish shape, a cube, and a circle.
If you stood at the exact spot for your height they all lined up. And then magic!
#12 was a sphere hanging in the trees and it moved and the lights moved around it. Barb and I christened it "Tilt A Whirl". The sculpture under it was called "Gradient Disk and Ice Ring" by Michele Oka Doner. I honestly didn't see the sculpture. I only saw the Tilt A Whirl. And it began to drizzle.
We were about to walk thru the final piece back to the visitor's center. They call it the (#13) Red Maple Allée. The long winding path meanders between two rows of Japanese Maple trees.
We hung out in the visitor's center a bit and then headed out to a downpour which followed all the way home. Glad I didn't drive.
How far did we walk? I have no idea. I'd say no more than a mile. But that's fine. I was not home sitting on my fat ass watching bad television or working. And it gives my readers something interesting to read. So I call it a win.
Miles/Steps: a mile
Weather: mid-40s, damp and cold for such a high temp.
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fun!
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