To be honest (which is the only way I know how to be), I’ve never been a huge fan of Dale Chihuly’s glass sculptures. They always struck me as too Las Vegas-like, a little too colorful and flashy to resonate deeply. But this piece, soaring into the upper reaches of the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, may have made me a believer. It helps that those particular shades of yellow and green look so stunning against a blue January sky, reminding me of the fresh growth of a garden in the spring.
Besides, of all people, how can I find fault with the colorful and flashy?
