I just flew into Charlotte Airport in North Carolina for a training event and was reminded that their airport is distinctive. White rocking chairs are scattered around to provide a place to sit while waiting. I have had layovers here and found this a charming alternative to the steel and plastic cushions of most places. On one occasion I was astonished to find a very talented gospel-blues performer singing and playing at a baby grand piano. That made the wait much easier and it made me wonder what other interesting things happen in Charlotte.
Airports are usually pretty similar and that makes sense. They have functional requirements that are probably most easily handled with standard equipment. But some cities go to a great deal of trouble to also tell their community or regional stories. Vancouver Airport has beautiful corridors of First Nations décor and artifacts. It helps create a real sense of place when you land, having flown from another nation.
Denver International Airport (DIA) is our home airport and the distinctive tent roof by Fentress Bradburn Architects of the main terminal can be seen from miles away and looks somewhat like snowy peaks in the distance. They have added some excellent exhibits at the international arrival areas with photos and artifacts from the Native American tribes of the region. And sometimes they do things that just do not seem to work with our identity as a gateway to the Rockies. A 32-foot , 4.5 ton blue mustang near the south end of the airport by Luis Jiménez resulted in his death when the head of it fell on him during the creation process. It is unusual, and has been controversial as a sculptural icon since being installed in 2008.
In 2010 a 7-ton statue of Anubis, the Egyptian god of the dead was erected south of the main terminal to advertise a King Tut exhibit in the city. Many travels said it “creeped them out” to have the god of the dead standing visibly at the end of the terminal in a place we all hope to pass through alive. I simply thought it stepped on our western U.S. identity. Our airport volunteers wear cowboy hats, greet guests as they emerge from the underground trains and help people find information and transportation. We seem to have a partial commitment to a strong “sense of place” identity. Some of our public art choices at DIA are odd at best.
Las Vegas is one of those places noted for its casinos and identity as a fantasyland of disconnected buildings and images – an Eiffel Tower, a Venetian Canal and a pirate ship. But McCarran Airport commissioned a series of Desert Wildlife sculptures in 1992 and David Phelps landed the contract. His larger than life rattler, horned toad, desert tortoise, jack rabbit and scorpion seem carved from the cracked mud of a high plains alkali flat. They emerge from the Terminal D floor surrounding a large mosaic map, reminding you that you have landed in the desert.
Most of us spend hours or days each year waiting in these travel terminals. I enjoy it more when the food reflects local flavor like the great BBQ in the Houston Airport. I love the beautiful desert landscaping of the Tucson Airport that greets you and invites you to visit the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum. Public art is interesting in airports but even more powerful when it shares regional stories and helps establish a sense of place. When the architecture, furniture, public art, food, exhibits and even music all work together, an airport becomes more than just another public facility doing a job. It becomes a public interpretive site that welcomes people to regional heritage, stories, cultures and landscapes. Few airports get it all right, but some are really making an effort. I like that.
-Tim Merriman
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