Atlantic City. What an odd town. Granted, it is January and AC is somewhat of a ghost town but still, I found it a very weird place. And the Trump Taj Mahal is even weirder. I have never stayed in a casino resort and since I don’t gamble, I was very confused as to the whole gambling mentality.
The Taj Mahal is a a juxtaposition of opulence and seedy. Enormous, beautiful chandeliers hang from huge swathes ceilings. Thick carpets or marble adorn the floors. And yet if you look hard enough, the glitz is just a thin veneer, hiding the shabby, aging infrastructure.
Sensory input is limited to the smell of cigarette smoke and the sounds of bells chiming when a winner is announced. Life becomes timeless. You can wander around for hours and never see a window. I realized that the only time I saw the outdoors was when I took a break from my conference and sat on the floor in my room in from of the window. It was very disconcerting for someone who spends a good part of her day outdoors, even when it’s freezing cold.
The conference itself was great, lots of landscape architects and engineers stopped by my booth to learn about my artwork and I felt like I made some wonderful new contacts.
Of course now I have to be patient and see if anybody can use my creations in the future. (Not my strong suit.) I also learned some really important things, both about the profession and about specific things like dry stone walling…but I’ll share more about that the next time. All in all, I’m glad I went. And I’m glad to have returned home again. As always.