Jaci Dawn

I don’t know if I should start this post with a disclaimer: I have never been to Burning Man or if I should start it with: This is what happens at Burning Man.

You can read the history on Burning Man here. It seems to me that I have known about it “forever”, but that isn’t true. However, it is so huge and iconic, that I am surprised when I mention Burning Man to someone and they don’t have a clue as to what I am talking about.

It is a huge hedonistic party on the Black Rock Desert that also strives to leave no trace of the party on the playa afterward. I respect Burning Man. I’m not sure I want to go (for several reasons, the most outstanding being the heat on the unshaded playa), but I love the costumes, the art, and the themes. In short, every year, I visit the Burning Man web site and browse the photos.

It’s a little like the Faerie Festival in Oregon, but considerably more well- known. Or maybe it’s like Oregon Country Fair. But more epic.

Since I have only been to the Faerie Festival (you can read about that here and follow the arrows to the other posts I wrote in 2008 – tons of photos!), I don’t have anything to compare it to.

I know Burning Man is epic. It has to be epic to produce art that is of a quality to make it into a museum. Art that is mobile and makes it into Harrah’s Auto Collection. Art that is – well, as my husband would say (as he rolls his eyes, “Jaci art”).

I appreciate Burning Man art.

I really appreciate Burning Man art.

And I hate to do this, but I am going to stoop to a slide show. These photos of the display at Harrah’s speak for themselves. You don’t need me to narrate. If you want to see the full image, click on the photo.

Just too much fun…