My sisters and I visited the Museum of Glass in Tacoma while nearby for a Quaker conference this summer. (To check out why one might be interested, browse some Dale Chihuly-related sites. Remember, we’re adults. We had a semi-disastrous visit at the Museum because the exhibits weren’t nearly as good or interesting as the free-to-see Dale Chihuly work we’d already seen elsewhere in the area and two of us lost the third (or first) sister and the staff — despite being asked two or three times politely where else someone might have gone besides the Gallery — did not mention their live showroom where visiting artists directed a work involving glass. Which was where that other sister was for an hour or so — too enthralled to let us know where she was. <\/p>\n
At almost closing time, after two of us had wasted that hour looking for her over and over again in the small Gallery, going out to ask the information desk about where she could be, etc., we found her and she decided to efficiently show us the best work in the whole museum, which was in the hallway to the bathrooms. (Neither of which had been mentioned by the staff, either.) In the long hall there were about 10 cases with one work in each which had been created by a different visiting artist. Some artists used glass just because they were supposed to, but there were several quite beautiful and interesting pieces. As we approached the best piece, two people came out of a door not open to the public … they seemed to be on break of some kind. They stopped at that case and continued a long conversation. They put their bags down. They all but leaned on the case. We went all around the nearby cases … they didn’t budge. We approached that case. We peered at the case from as many angles as we could without physically pushing them. They didn’t budge. Two of us started to talk as loudly as we could about the rudeness of people standing in the way, making it impossible for others to see works of art in a museum. <\/p>\n
Then we fought all the way back to the conference about whether our rudeness had been justified. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My sisters and I visited the Museum of Glass in Tacoma while nearby for a Quaker conference this summer. (To check out why one might be interested, browse some Dale Chihuly-related sites. Remember, we’re adults. We had a semi-disastrous visit … Continue reading