Wynnteriors. Wandering the wonderful world of Wynn Macau
Would You Walk 5,000 Miles for Two Camels?
Wynn Macau Reflection Pool
To the far end of the lobby is a floor-to-ceiling glass wall that peers out into a shallow reflecting pool featuring two extremely ornate animals, which I presume to be camels, who appear to not only be walking on water but extending their tongues to catch rainwater. Two Bactrian camels, found only in north west China and Mongolia, are the only kind that have two humps, reflecting two other camels - a total of eight lucky humps. Camels, of course, are best known for their ability to withstand extremely long periods of time walking on extremely hot desert sands without water. Wynn Macau's camels by comparison seem to be unable to drink the water they are walking on and must crane their necks to the sky to catch whatever may happen to fall from above. This 'water, water everywhere, nor any drop to drink' image conjures Samuel Taylor Coleridge's Rime of the Ancient Mariner:
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.
About, about, in reel and rout
The death-fires danced at night;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green, and blue and white.
Could these death-fires be the Performance Lake parked out front? Wynn Macau was essentially built on reclaimed land which, for millions of years previous to its reclamation, was the south China sea. Water, By extension - and we're extending really far here - quoting Coleridge's Kubla Khan is apropos as well
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place ! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced: Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail
Wynn Macau's roof is slanted, it is located at the bottom of a tree covered hill, it's exterior is somewhat cedar colored, is surely savage, holy and enchanted and has one helluva a fountain show out front. Literal comparisons to Coleridge aside, it is this deceptively simple sculpture, prominently displayed at the main intersection of the resort, that illustrates that Wynn Macau isn't just another gambling joint, nor is it a cookie cutter miniaturization of Wynn Las Vegas, but a vibrant, exciting and incredibly deep work of art.