stay for the polka dots.
That was my idea at the New York Botanical Garden, along with hundreds of other visitors still drying out after being pummeled by Ida.
Yayoi Kusama has been the artist in residence for months, transforming outdoor and indoor spaces, populating them with her whimsical works. Now 92 and one of the most prominent Japanese artists, she drew acclaim in the 60s for organizing happenings where the naked participants would be painted with polka dots.
This installation is a bit more tame, though it has plenty of dots.
Eschewing the rock garden, the stand of virgin forest and the rose garden – a sacrifice, with the later bloomers at their peak – we visited Kusama-world.
Some works can be found in the peerless Victorian greenhouse, designed by Lord & Burnham, the preeminent designer of glass houses in the U.S. in the nineteenth century, in the Italian Renaissance style, which houses the Garden’s collection of tropical plants. You can find flourishing palms like this one from Brazil.
Or this quite remarkable phallic charmer, also hailing from South America.
Now Kusama can be found here as well, with a pumpkin sculpture. The Garden has cleverly included a quote from the artist with each work.
I parted a row of zinnias and reached in to pluck the pumpkin from its vine. It immediately began speaking to me in a most animated manner. It was still moist with dew, indescribably appealing, and tender to the touch.
Everything is saturated with color. Even the flower beds are intended to mimic her work. I am happy that I have painted flowers. There are no objects more interesting.
Step outside. The lily pool, like everything else horticulatural here, has been annotated for your edification.
Personally I think lilies can speak for themselves.
Especially in the late summer sunlight.
The koi in the pool could probably eat a man. Are they alive or did Kusama paint them?
A path leads to a little Kusama-designed hut. You are handed a sticker with an image of a poppy and are told to place it wherever in the room you like. A lot of people have obviously preceded us.
The whole “house” is awash with poppies. Some prefer to take their poppies home with them.
A memento of a day spent with Yayoi Kusama.
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Catching up with your blog and really enjoying it.
I’m grateful that you shared this – next best thing to being there!