Sunday I flew to
Seattle for an intensive immersion in Dale Chihuly. I went as part of a team
composed of Virginia Museum of Fine Arts officials and press in advance of the
museum’s Chihuly show scheduled for October 2012.
A lot has changed
since my previous visit to that fair city, where the last time I was there, in
the mid ‘90s, there was no Chihuly to be found. Now there is a glorious new
museum and garden that is open late so one can see the glass in its greatest
glory, dramatically lit up against the night sky.
But this is just a
foretaste. I will be writing more about the trip and Chihuly for later
publication.
I flew home on
Wednesday and am now ensconced in a dream of a house in Southside Virginia
(that feels more like 19th century Ireland than America) a continent and world away from the “Emerald City.”
