The birds of paradise are not in Irwin's garden,
but just the other side of the museum.
I remember reading in Seeing is Forgetting the Name of the Thing One Sees about how Robert Irwin spent years selecting every little plant for this garden. He would drive out into the desert to visit a little bushy grassy thing along the side of the road that he knew he just had to have for this project. Somehow it all lines up perfectly with his early paintings. In fact, I would say that the garden is a painting.
Oh, and there was some good art inside too.
No comments:
Post a Comment