When I walked through the main entrance of the
Indianapolis Museum of Art this afternoon, I was greeted by
of hand-cut plastic Fresnel lenses, silvered glass beads and stainless
steel wire. The lenses,of varying diameters, were strung
along the wires with the silver beads serving both as spacers
and reflective surfaces, spanning the space from the windows
up into the upper floors of the entrance.
I stood among the strands, marveling at their simplicity;
I could have made them myself, but I didn't because my mind
had never before made a connection that told me a simple
piece of plastic could be strung with its brothers and some beads
to make something beautiful. When I blew on one of the disks,
the entire strand bobbed a bit, shimmering in the light.
Seen from above, the disks resembled a stopped-motion
shot of water as it spurts from a hose, bright, clear and cool.
Once again, I spent an entire afternoon wandering the IMA,
visiting new exhibits and old, walking around the lake
of the 100-Acre Park. Admission is FREE, dammit!
I couldn't imagine a better way to spend
a day without spending money
