Installation photos from the Chaffee Art Center taken at the end of the evening.
|Interstitial Space #7, #8 and #9|
Even though its a rare day that goes by when I haven't found myself thinking on the meaning of the phase of life we call death, I wasn't prepared for the intensity of participating in an exhibition centered on that theme.
The art was heartfelt and sincere; the audience was inquisitive and engaged. Every floor of the large Chaffee Mansion Gallery was filled with art: a spoken word recording station, writing, music, sculpture, photography, handmade books, fiber arts and painting, all explorations on the meaning of death in our lives. It was humbling. It was amazing.
For once I didn't feel like the odd girl out - the weird one who spends her time thinking about death and the afterlife.
The show runs until December 5 and I strongly recommend you make the trip. It is worth the drive.
By the way - on the very dark drive home, traveling through a blackness made even darker by the lack of moon and spitting rain, a coyote ran across the road in front of the car. He sprinted, head down, right in our path - fortunately Bruce saw him and braked in time. This is only the second coyote I have ever seen . . . Gives me the shivers.