In response to your seemingly simple request ...
WHERE DOES INSPIRATION COME
FROM ???
This is a quintessential question to any creative person ... choreographer,
poet, composer, sculptor, painter, writer, architect.
You have pressed my memory and mental capabilities well beyond their
limits. How can one respond to why a sunset inspires ... a child's smile
infatuates ... an idea is born ... a love affair blossoms ... a swirling
snowstorm exhilarates ... a symphonic song soothes ... the smell of a Spring
rain enchants ... or a delicate flower beguiles?
During our two years on
the coveted Prix De Rome fellowship in architecture at the American Academy in
Rome, and subsequent 33,000 miles of travels across Europe in a VW camping bus
with our two small children, we had intently studied everything from the great
public spaces, like the Acropolis and Plaka in Athens, to more intimate places
and spaces that profoundly touched and forever impacted our spirits. For
while such monumental buildings and public spaces as Notre Dame and St.
Peter’s Square, among others, overwhelmed us with their grandeur and majesty,
it was Corbusier’s chapel in Ronchamp, France that most stirred our souls.
This little building in a remote coal mining community in rural southeastern
France prodded the senses by its very simplicity, which reflected the rigorous
life of the surrounding community.
By immersing ourselves in the design treasures of Europe, we had developed
what art historian Paul J. Sachs termed an “Eye-Q.” We began to understand
more and more how architecture and environmental design are most successful
and satisfying when they address the inner, spiritual needs of the individual
person while also celebrating the natural world. This inspired us to
create a motto that reflects both our design philosophy and our approach to
family life: “In environments that uniquely merge the needs of nature and man,
the human spirit thrives.”
In the initial years of
practice we were blessed with finding a few marvelous and visionary clients
who allowed us to create and build some distinctive and unusual
architectural/sculptural environments for them. These commissions included
gardens, fountains, and waterfalls, which were part of our designs for private
residences, artists' studios, three small
apartment complexes on the near
North side of Chicago and some small specialty shops including one in the
elegant Palmer House hotel. Another important commission was for the North
Shore Unitarian Church, in Deerfield, Illinois, a Chicago suburb. Ruth Moore,
architecture critic for the Chicago Sun-Times, described her first visit to
the church as akin to “walking through a Henry Moore sculpture." Thanks to
working on such projects, our practice evolved into one that of necessity
incorporated or reflected many aspects of the arts ---music, dance, sculpture
and even poetry.
Because Suzanne and Ron have such similar
vocabulary from their particular yet creatively diverse training and early
formative educational experiences, it has always been "easy" (albeit sometimes
fraught with controversial angst and strain) for the 2 of us to communicate
ideas and concepts back and forth. Space, form, light, movement, line, color,
texture and time are common, comprehended words to a dancer, architect,
sculptor or even a gifted dedicated soccer sensation. So over the passing of
time we have developed a number of "Observations" that tend to
describe and define what we do and how we think.
This was probably honed and refined during our
2 year American Academy in Rome experience, especially while traveling the
33,000 miles in our VW camping bus with Colleen and Tim, beginning when they
were 4 months and 3 years old respectively
at
the onset. We camped in and among the various European countries' campsites
... experiencing their various cultures, foods, people, architecture, legends
and lore ... shopped in their street markets ... visited their grand spaces
and intimate places ... soaked up whatever we could in their wondrous museums,
town halls and public spaces ... almost as little traveling sponges absorbing
as many drops of water we could along the way. Some times there were no
campsite to be found on the journey so we camped along the road in our bus and
hung the diapers from the door handle to a nearby tree.
From
the Northern fjords of Norway down to the islands in the Greek Archipelago,
across 33,000 miles and 2 years of
independent study, winding our way up and
down the back-roads and various village
streets we were always aware of our precious little ones and the parental
responsibilities placed upon our little Gypsy-like family.

We had to travel slowly to accomplish all of the normal daily tasks. We tended
to be the last ones to find and arrive at a
new campsite to set up our home away from
home, and the last ones to leave the following morning after the daily chores.

Then there were interesting challenges we confronted in strange
speaking lands that
required all kinds of creative solutions to resolve.
Often it was the gentle, loving, unfettered childhood and
unbridled exuberance of Colleen and Tim that allowed us to prevail. In fact, it was the delight of our little children that we
found somewhat mesmerized the citizens of the various countries we visited that
opened many doors for us along the way and spawned learnings about how various
other people lived in other lands and cultures.
We rigged our VW camping bus to
accommodate all kinds of daily activities which also intrigued other campers,
shop keepers, street vendors, cooks and waiters, policemen, pedestrians, parking
lot attendants and politicians to just stop us to talk. All our earthly
belongings were with us.
Life goals, love for family, education of children, individual
freedom, fairness, a simple opportunity to succeed at whatever
they might try, good food, conversation, music, dance, art and a deep desire to
simply live peacefully together were common among all we encountered. What a
joy; Tim and Colleen provided the medium and the message.
There were joyous days and not so joyous days ..
. ..
...rainy days ...
.. time for reading ...
. ...and
necessary times
We traveled simply to see new lands and meet new people .
We met new friends of all kinds, shapes and sizes ...
Our children were ALWAYS welcome everywhere, especially in campsites, in the
street markets, little restaurants, museums,
 or
just wandering in the piazzas, parks and palaces; roving ambassadors of good
will.
What joy awaits the child to come to it each day?
We learned to slowly see things through the eyes and hearts of our children
... and to expect miracles
and magic to be a normal potential part of human existence.
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