29 March 2013

Warhol in the Dark



The children are on a two-week term holiday.  My friend and I are trying to coordinate and plan activities for the kids during this break.  There’s an Andy Warhol exhibit that goes on until the end of the month at the Museum of Art.  Josh had been to see it with his class, but he said that he wouldn’t mind seeing it again.  I wanted to check it out.  So off we went.

Selfie-Warhol-style

I’m really glad we went.  Predictably, Josh had a better appreciation of the exhibit than Zoë.  Zoë enjoyed the photo wall at the entrance to the exhibit more.  We got to go up to this ‘camera,’ have our picture taken and then choose our Warhol-esque colors before our photo got displayed on this big wall.  The silver ‘pillow’ balloons were a big hit with the kids.  They spent quite a bit of time running around catching the balloons and then tossing them up again.

After the exhibit, we headed over to Mei Foo for Dialogue in the Dark (DID).  For 75 minutes, we got to experience how it is not being able to see.  Each of us was given a walking stick at the beginning of the tour.  As we entered the darkness, we had to follow the voice of our guide, Eunice, who helped us navigate our way inside.  

For want of a better word, it was a really eye-opening experience.  We had to rely on our other senses to find our way through.  The tour simulated being in a forest, in a theatre, in the market, crossing the street, getting on and off the ferry, etc.  We even got to buy refreshments and eat in the dark.  The tour concluded with a brief Q&A session with our guide, who’s visually-impaired.  We asked if Braille is different in different languages;  we asked how ‘friendly’ she finds Hong Kong in terms of ease of getting around (she has lived in China and the US before).  Josh asked whether or not she has a smart phone.

The kids seemed to have had an easier time adjusting to the darkness than I did.  Zoë, at some points, was almost dragging me along.  I had to ask her to slow down.  For some reason, the children (Josh, Zoë, and my friends’ son) just seemed more sure-footed and adjusted more easily.   I was more tentative.  Though she was a bit nervous about the tour at the beginning, Zoë told me later on that she was proud of herself for having done the tour, that she 'loved' it, and that she wants to do it again.  (I’d only found out only after I’d booked the tour that DID recommends that children be at least 8 to join the tour.  Oh, well.  Eunice told Zoë when the tour concluded that she did very well.) 

It was a long day.  We left home at half past noon and didn’t get home until past 8pm.  Both Josh and Zoë were tired, but excited about where we went and what we did.  I’m glad that we got to do something different.

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