From Santa Fe to Durango to Mesa Verde…my favorite place to sit is in the passenger seat.
Seven years ago we met some crazy people on a river cruise when they mistook our names for an item on the lunch buffet, and as “chicken salad” we’ve happily joined them for several more adventures, this time in Santa Fe, NM. In addition to eating and laughing a lot, we fulfilled tourist obligations from museums to Meow Wolf (a name that doesn’t begin to make sense of its psychedelic experience.) It seems that names can create an opportunity for lots of silly fun.
Did I really want to see another, new (2016) art installation in Santa Fe, NM, a town of more wonderful galleries and public art works than one is able to count? After a week there, with several hours to spare before my plane departed, I debated the issue and gave in to reviews and temptation.
As its name implies, Meow Wolf isn’t a traditional experience. Developed by a collective of artists and described as “Unique & immersive art installations with multimedia elements & a mysterious narrative throughout”, it is housed in a strip mall looking setting a few miles from Santa Fe Plaza. And that’s about as far as it is really possible to describe.
I asked a docent where the name came from, and he said the story goes there were two hats filled with suggestions, and a word was drawn from each. It doesn’t take long to believe that makes sense. Once you enter into a very traditional looking house to begin the adventure, you can choose to enter the experience through doorways, stairwells, catwalks, or perhaps by crawling through the fireplace, or walking into a perfectly normal looking refrigerator. There are friendly creatures to meet along the way, and whether gazing up, down, through, or sitting still to watch a light show, I bet you’ll be smiling.
These few photos really give very little of the experience away; I hope you’ll give into temptation too.
I’m referring to George Washington, of course. A photograph I took several years ago at a gallery in Santa Fe, New Mexico seemed to me a good host for the powerful sentiment written by our first President. I can only hope that the same celestial spark is alive and well among those who work on our behalf in the city honored with his name.