The huge Italian marionettes were back. In this vignette, a young woman listened to her grandfather's sagely advice.
Much of the art is participatory. Between shows, anyone could operate the mega-puppets by pulling long ropes.
The art can be dangerous too. We called this one "The Shishkabob". If you climbed past the seventh car you were treated to an open bar in the trailer.
It was obvious someone was going to fall and when they did, the sculpture was roped off and "no climbing" signs were erected.
When you got tired you could wander into shaded dome and collapse in a sea of huge, hug-able, teddy bears.
This emaciated 32-foot polar bear was made from white automobile hoods. In the evening images of calving glaciers was projected on to it.
An endless line of see-saw swings.
This year's theme was, "I, Robot" so there were mechanical creatures everywhere.
Our friend, David Date, putting finishing touches on his "Myriapoda Robota". When prompted, it would crawl centipede-style.
When the robot danced, everyone danced!
This one was a gift from China.
The dust storm was gift from the state of Nevada.
Easier to read from the other side
Most of the sculptures lit up at night.
The one below transformed sound into intricate patterns of light. They moved through thirty hoops at the speed of sound. We rode our bikes through them much slower.
"Sonic Runway"
The Temple was a magnificent sight at night.
Every year it gets filled with photos and notes to loved ones lost.
On Sunday night it was set on fire in a solemn ceremony.
With all this going on,our crew of five had its own project. Everyday we set up an art studio next to The Man. We drew anyone wanting to sit for their (bad) portrait.
Every one we drew was bad enough to get certified.
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