Strawberries (not real ones, but very real-looking ones) are a hot commodity on board Noah’s Ark at the Skirball. I watch them travel all over—getting shared, hoarded, lost, or found, eventually finding a home somewhere among all the other inhabitants. I have even found them in my own pocket, and then they must endure a brief respite in my office before they are returned to the gallery.
Most strawberries, though, begin and end their day on the Ark. They wait patiently, nestled among other food. (We talk a lot on the Ark about being patient. Imagine how difficult that would be on a long journey!)
After whetting the bear’s appetite, the strawberry then gets swept up in the palm of a toddler. This is where it stays for a while, because it’s such a natural fit in her palm and, well, she likes to eat strawberries, too.
This doesn’t last long. The strawberry soon rejoins the other fruit that gets sorted and cleaned between the upper and lower deck of the Ark.This part of the Ark story is all about community and collaboration, and three young boys team up to get the job done.
But one strawberry gets away …It’s weathering a different kind of storm now, the kind that has thunder, lightning, and wind! This is the flood part of the story—right at the beginning—and this is not where this strawberry belongs.
Soon, it happens. The strawberry finds a comfortable place to relax.
Finally, after this long adventure, the flood waters are receding and there is a rainbow shining brightly ahead. The inhabitants have found land, and there are second chances and a brighter world. Even for this little strawberry …