After our latest cruise to Catalina Island and Ensenada, we made a stop in Denver before coming home. One of my husband’s cousin’s was getting married.
We both grew up in Denver. We were only there for less than 48 hours this visit, but we had one morning to ourselves. We made the most of it and went downtown to check out the Taste of Colorado.
While we were down there we decided to visit a place we had frequented often in our dating years: the Denver Art Museum. Neither of us had been in it since the new section had been built. We’d been wanting to check it out, but there’s usually no time anymore when we go back. We’re always rushing from one visit to the next.
This next one really intrigued me. Of them all, it was my second favorite exhibit. I could’ve studied it for hours. Lots going on. Very haunting. Very disturbing. Very dark. Just how I like my art!
Even the inside was artful. The stairway reminded me of something from a Tim Burton movie or something.
This next set of pictures is from what was by far my favorite exhibit. I did make sure to get the title of it and the artist’s name. It’s titled “Fox Games” by Sandy Skoglund.
The contrast of the red with the grey was marvelous. And the way the foxes were positioned? Some were seated at the tables in almost human-like poses (I didn’t get any pics of those, though), others were suspended in mid-pounce or flight, some were playing, others seemed to be locked in a forever moment of combat, and others just seemed to be romping about the restaurant wreaking havoc. The scene was set in such a way I almost felt like I was walking amongst some twisted Disney cartoon come to life.
The last picture I photographed before we left I literally was snapping as Wayne dragged me off to hurry up and keep our meeting with my dad. It’s so strange and surreal. Makes makes me think of ghost dinosaurs.