Leaving Felecia’s on Thursday, we headed to Meow Wolf, a difficult to describe artistic immersive experience in Santa Fe.
When you enter the…exhibit? installation? experience?, you find yourself in what appears to be an old Victorian house in California. But as you read the newspapers and other artifacts around the incredibly detailed rooms, you learn that something bizarre and extraterrestrial is afoot. Crawl through the fireplace, step into the fridge or through the dryer, and you enter another alien world, full of interactive, multidimensional phantasms.
We spent a solid three hours there, and I still feel like there parts we missed. It was dizzying, maze-like warren of Burning Man-esque art pieces. Like I said, though, it’s tough to explain. You’ll just have to go yourself.
