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I was reading a slim little book by Russ Ramsey called Rembrandt is in the Wind, recommended to me by …
03 Monday Jul 2023
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architecture, artistry, Cedar Rock, creativity, design, Fallingwater, Frank Lloyd Wright, Usonian, vision
I’m intrigued by the life and architecture of Frank Lloyd Wright. I’m sure I would have disliked the man had I encountered him at the grocery store (unlikely) or a social gathering (just as unlikely). He was a man of vision, a creative man; qualities that often produce irascible personalities, of which he was one. That said, his work is fascinating and I gravitate toward the general principles he espoused, which promoted the use of native materials; large cantilevered overhangs for passive solar heating and natural cooling; natural lighting with clerestory windows; and radiant-floor heat.
One of the highlights of my recent road trip was a tour of Fallingwater in Mill Run, PA. In this unique home, Wright strove to fit human shelter into the natural world by designing the house over and around a specific stream and the massive rocks that stream flowed over and around. As a matter of fact, the fireplace is built atop the very rock that the clients had picnicked on for years before commissioning this summer house. Wright’s painfully small, dark hallways and doors are meant to push people towards the outdoors—large expanses of windows and cantilevered terraces invite communion with nature. The effect is nothing short of magical, with a looping symphony of the waterfall in the background.
An entire morning disappeared as I toured the inside of the house and strolled the extensive grounds. My first observation was the scent of wood in the visitor’s center, (which is, of course, a modern add-on). Interestingly, the structure of the house and guest house is solely concrete, steel, and local stone. Wood is used only decoratively because structural wood would not hold up in this damp environment. Enormous rhododendrons line the driveway to the house. These native rhodies bloom white rather than fuchsia and not until July.
Wright preferred to design interior furnishings to go with his architectural creations, however, his devotion to integrated design forfeits comfort and these clients nixed his design of free-standing furnishings but for one, token chair.
The tours are very well organized with Bluetooth ear bud speakers so tour guides don’t have to compete with each other or the ubiquitous flow of water. Tips for visiting: Book well in advance of your visit, as inside tours sell out quickly. It is well worth the money to spring for both inside tour and grounds access. Wear comfy shoes with good soles because you’ll be walking on sharp gravel and uneven surfaces. Plan on spending the better part of a day. I had one of my best lunches at the café in the visitor’s center.
Later in my journey I had the opportunity to see a completely different example of Wright’s work at Cedar Rock; Quasqueton, IA. Construction began six years after Fallingwater and took five years to complete. This house is a simpler, more utilitarian Usonian style: compact, efficient, affordable (?), with no attic, garage, or basement. Heat comes from a gravitational/radiant system under the concrete floor. Leaks were inherent, especially around the kitchen skylight. Wright’s design of furnishings, fabrics, draperies and accents are incorporated throughout. Inexpensively acquired chunks of colored glass came from the New York Corning factory and provide a recurring accent throughout the house. Perched on a bluff that overlooks the Wapsipinicon River, the Cedar Rock house includes a Wright-designed boat pavilion.
Tours here are less formal than at Fallingwater, but no less interesting. The home is administered by The Friends of Cedar Rock and maintenance and upkeep outstrip income. The tour guide talked of the critters who try to set up housekeeping in the now-vacant house. They include, of course, mice, which attract fox and milk snakes. A non-venomous Northern Banded Water snake lurks in the boathouse, happy to drop down from the rafters to scare the bejesus out of the unsuspecting guest or maintenance worker.
Neither of these houses was truly affordable for the average American. Both were woefully over-budget, as were most of Wright’s projects. And despite Wright’s aesthetic brilliance, the designs are often not as practical as they are beautiful to look at.
20 Tuesday Dec 2022
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Christmas, despite its over-commercialization, has always been my favorite holiday. My mother went out of her way to make it special. There were always many small, but thoughtfully chosen and individually wrapped gifts under our Christmas tree. Mom couldn’t bear to see trees die needlessly for holiday decoration; therefore we always had an artificial tree which could be carefully stowed away each January and reused the following December. And she filled every inch of the house with old, often crumbling, yet always special ornaments and decorations handed down from her mother.
When I was about 14, my new stepfather brought in small trees for me and his daughter, my new sister, to put up in our rooms. This was a huge extravagance, but a wise ploy on his part. He could have written a book about how to endear oneself to a step-child.
I have put up a Christmas tree every single year since then, even the occasional years when I would be out of town during the holiday. Like my mother, if left up to me, I use (and reuse) an artificial tree. And I put old and often crumbling ornaments on the tree and around the house. These items remain special because they see so little daylight. Warm memories spring up as I free them from their layers of tissue paper. Nostalgic thoughts of people who’ve been part of my life—some of whom are no longer present—hover. Putting Christmas away always feels just a tad sad, like watching a kaleidoscope of leaves drift to the ground, leaving trees to face winter starkly naked.
Among my treasures is a collection of ornaments that has outgrown its storage box several times. One of my friends is both craftily handy and artistically talented. Each of her gifts through the years is adorned with a hand-crafted ornament. We’ve exchanged many gifts. Placing these ornaments on the tree is like looking through a stack of photo albums. Her creativity has marked our passage of time and our friendship. It also marks her artistic journey through many styles and creative pursuits through the years.

I gaze at the ornament that proudly commemorates 1980. It is not the oldest of the collection, but oh my, that was so long ago. Cris and I were both so young. And neither of us was aware of just how young we were or how long and deep our friendship would grow.
I hope you all have a love-filled and stress-free holiday filled with pleasant old memories and perhaps making new memories to savor in future years.
09 Tuesday Nov 2021
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creativity, Diversity, implicit bias, Infinitely Polar Bear, love, Mark Ruffalo, mental illness, unconscious bias, Zoe Saldana
I’ve spent the better part of my life trying to curb knee-jerk judgements. It’s difficult to fight the urge to …
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In my last post I mentioned Freak Alley. We’re on our way over there now, but along the way, there …