In yesterday's blog about Bouquets to Art, the amazing event at the de Young I visited on Thursday, I showed bouquets to sculpture and paintings on the second floor. Today, I'll show a few bouquets from the first flow. Let's start with the walkway to the de Young elevator to the tower, which is described on the deYoung website like this:.
The magnificent Hamon Observation Tower provides unparalleled panoramic views of San Francisco, the Pacific Ocean, Marin headlands and the lovely landscape of Golden Gate Park. The Tower is the perfect space for a cocktail hour to kick off your reception, or for an intimate wedding and reception.
When there isn't a wedding reception, the public can ride the elevator up to the tower and enjoy the views. On Thursday, the views were somewhat foggy, but the beautiful bouquet that mirrors the view of the tree fern in the garden (above) was quite breathtaking.
If you have a chance to go, you'll find that the waiting area for the elevator includes intriguing wire sculptures -- and on Thursday, several bouquets mirrored the sculptures.
Only now, looking at the photo, do I wonder whether the red flowers mirror the fire alarm or whatever red contraption is visible on the wall in the back.
Because, this must be said, many of the bouquets were a little tongue in cheek. Here's a bouquet that's a riff on a photo.
And here's the photo.
So, you wonder what says "Fresh" better, the photo or the glorious orchids? I'll leave it to you to decide.
Other bouquets were true reflections, thoughtfully composed, holding the spirit of the photo and making it three dimensional.
I was particularly impressed by the bouquet to the Rothko painting below. It's one of those paintings where, forgive me for saying this, I wonder whether I couldn't do this myself. A few squares of color. Nice, but...
But I know I couldn't do the bouquet. I mean, just look at it. Clever in its three-dimensionality, great use of color.
I mean, just look at it! And yet, so soon gone...
And that's the essence of what makes this event so special in my mind. It is glorious, exciting, and so soon gone. I so enjoyed watching the many women (OK, maybe there were 10% men there that day) walking around laughing, pointing, clearly excited by it all. It wasn't what you usually find in a museum, where voices are subdued, kids are told to hush, and the mood is somber.
And yet, look at these mesoamerican terracotta pieces. Lovely, colorful, around for many centuries.
Then look at the bouquet, one of my favorites. The chalky surface of the succulents mirrors the sculptures, the colors are a perfect mirror. The shapes resonate with each other. One will be here for centuries more, we would hope. The other will be dismantled tomorrow. But how sweet to have seen it!