After a few hours in the museum, Spencer and I wandered outside and sat for a moment in the "Victorian Garden," complete with wide, shady trees, wrought-iron benches and a bubbling fountain. The Victorian Garden is what used to be the Gilcrease's front yard, and their now-dilapidated mansion still stands starkly, resolutely on the hill. With the Tulsa skyline looming on the horizon, I thought about the impermanence of Crumbo's spiritual world and the empty spaces of Bierstadt and Moran landscapes, now largely gone. It actually started to rain, which definitely cast a gloomy pall on the afternoon's events and musings. I'm glad that Thomas Gilcrease liked art and that he put his oil fortune towards something enlightening and enlivening, a glimpse into the future and the past.
A view of Stuart Park, adjacent to the Gilcrease Museum.
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