A Long Strange Trip

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 19^th century Ireland than America) a continent and world away from the “Emerald City.”