My family and I spent the morning in Spring Green, touring the Frank Lloyd Wright stuff. What a wonderful understated subtle blend of art, nature, equanimity, and peace. We loved it. Then we made the trip to THOTR, or The Anti-Frank Lloyd Wright House and nearly all went mad.
My moment of cognitive dissonance came when I was stuck in the Carousel room, with the spinning merry-go-round spewing out vile carnival music and flashed it’s horrific lights. I looked away from it to try to ease the sensory overload, but the walls were covered with carousel horses and other carousel animals painted in Lovecraftian hues. I looked desperately to the ceiling to try to view something normal, where I beheld: Dozens of mannequins, dressed in old prom and bridesmaids dresses, with styrofoam angel wings on their backs. At that point my higher functions shut down, and we fled, with little recollection of what we saw or did after.