Saturday, August 24, 2013

Woodrow Wilson's House in Washington DC


We're on a Woodrow Wilson tour this week, it seems! After a crippling stroke in office, and at the end of his term, Wilson and his second wife, Edith, lived here on S Street, near Embassy Row. Wilson lived here 1921-1924. Edith lived 37 more years and gifted the house to the National Trust in 1961. The house is furnished largely as it was when Wilson lived here. (photo on left by Todd A. Smith Photography.)
Welcome to the parlor, a memorial to Wilson's family (his three girls' portraits on the piano) a "museum" of international gifts to the former President.
The grand piano, played by his eldest daughter, and a huge wall tapestry, a gift to the President.
A painting of the Spanish Steps in Rome, and portraits of King George V and Queen Mary, mother of the current Queen Elizabeth.
Wilson's office includes, among the books and treasures, a film projector (right) and screen (left). Cutting edge.
The neighborhood and the beautiful terraced rear gardens.
Woodrow Wilson's dressing and bed room. What a gentleman.
Edith Wilson was a 9th generation descendant of Pocahontas and proud (left image: Pocahontas, and Edith). Here is her bed and dressing room.
Built-in cabinets and cupboards are found throughout the house (love them!) and proudly house the Wilsons' china collections here.
In addition to an elevator that was powered by the S Street streetcar, the house was equipped with an intercom!

The kitchen is a large bright space, with a "modern" stove and wooden icebox.
The Woodrow Wilson House is a treasure trove of curious gifts from around the world by admirers of the President who negotiated the end of the horrendous World War and an interesting glimpse into life at the high end of Washington in the 1920s.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Local Tourists: The Woodrow Wilson Presidential Library and Museum

We took a stay-cation outing to Woodrow Wilson's place today, right down the street in Staunton, Virginia. Our impetus was the great gift of the Blue Star Museums incentive, allowing military families free admission to certain museums during the summer. (So cool! I wish we could travel the country museum-hopping...) Thank you, Blue Star and The Woodrow Wilson Presidential Library & Museum.
Three houses sit on the ridge known as Gospel Hill, at the edge of Staunton's downtown. Only the Presbyterian manse was there in the 1850s and Wilson's parents lived there. His father was the minister. The Museum comprises the manse and the other two houses. The middle houses administration, admissions and gift shop. The largest houses the Woodrow Wilson Museum (above.) Come on in for interesting exhibits on the life of the Wilson family, the President's parents and siblings, their short residence but long relationship with the town of Staunton, Wilson's education at the finest institutions in the country, his presidency, World War I and the Woodrow Wilson family.
And the President's beloved limousine, a Pierce-Arrow, one of the first luxury automobiles, lovingly restored and shown off in the large garage/exhibit. Wilson was one of the first members of the AAA, but he never earned a driver's license.
These war posters set the scene for the WW I exhibit - complete with the trenches, their sights and sounds, photographs and old rusty weapons in the basement. The dawn of the machine in war.

The pennants and ribbons and, especially, this typographic drawing endeared me to the graphic and celebratory techniques of the early 1900s. 

I especially loved the exhibit featuring the paintings of Wilson's first wife, from Georgia, Ellen Axson Wilson. She earned awards and exhibited and studied at the Art Students League in New York while she was engaged. After she was wed to Wilson, Ellen pursued family life primarily, painting when she had time as the children grew.


An artful life at the White House, thanks to Ellen Axson Wilson. 

Monday, August 19, 2013

Sottile & Sottile: From Savannah to the World

The reach of a small architecture & urban design firm in Savannah Georgia extends far, far beyond the bounds of the modest rowhouse studio on Chatham Square.

In addition to awards by the CNU, AIA and others, Sottile & Sottile ideas and projects have produced some standout covers on a few international magazines.

On urban design,
INTERNATIONAL NEW LANDSCAPE:
http://www.sottile.cc/International-New-Landscape-Sottile.pdf
see http://www.sottile.cc/International-New-Landscape-Sottile.pdf for full cover
On the singular SCAD Museum,
ARCHITECTURAL DIGEST:
http://www.sottile.cc/Architectural-Digest-Sottile-SCAD-Museum.pdf
see http://www.sottile.cc/International-New-Landscape-Sottile.pdf for full cover

[The photo by Adam Kuehl in AD is otherworldly.  At night, it glows as a beacon. In the day, it welcomes learners and lovers of art.  It was a thrill to attend paper sessions of the SCAD Symposium in the SCAD Museum in February 2013. Having walked the galleries, halls and classrooms with pencil, pen and watercolor in the design stages, it was awesome to walk and use these spaces (and present a paper in them) in full living color and texture and space...] 

Friday, February 22, 2013

On the Capacity of Drawing: Lessons learned on the Pelliccia Fellowship in Rome

After returning home to Virginia from Rome, I was quickly embroiled in a variety of other projects - teaching architectural history to middle school students, research using digital analysis to look at a Renaissance architectural drawing, master's courses in architectural history, writing a thesis...and getting married. With the gallery exhibit and talk this month dedicated to the Pelliccia Fellowship in Rome, I gratefully return to core ideas of belief, practice and delight in DRAWING.

At the brief presentation for the Pelliccia and Nix fellowship work this afternoon at the University of Virginia School of Architecture, I hope to convey my thoughts on Drawing. Beyond my specific research questions, this is what I learned:

I proposed drawing studies at two different, seemingly unconnected, scales: The birds' eye view and the more intimate scale of buildings and outdoor "rooms" like piazze. I appreciated navigating and drawing the nooks and paths of the city during the day, then climbing the Monte Gianicolo in the early evening as the sun cast its highlights over the architecture of Rome and trying to draw what I saw, the view from the Gianicolo.  I was attempting to understand how Tempesta and Vasi were able to create such rich cityscapes in their Views of Rome - such detail in individual buildings, showing the city as a complex organism, blocks as organs, streets as arteries and veins. As I strained my eyes and tried to transform vision into drawing, like feeding a star through a sieve, I could trace my routes of the day throughout the city, from places I'd drawn and absorbed or lingered over or rushed through.

In the eddy of contemplation, and a little more research, what I learned was that, between my two disparate drawing programs, one [experiential drawing] was the answer to the other [the process of constructing a comprehensive, detailed, yet impossible view of the city.] I learned that intimate knowledge, the kind gained from walking and drawing and looking and lingering, was necessary for the makers of Renaissance and Baroque Views of Rome. I believe they relied on triangulation, measurements, and mathematics, street and block plans like Nolli perfected, views from multiple high points around the city. But it was the knowing, walking the streets, that was the key to fabricating the amazing impossible view.

The same kind of knowledge aids architects, today. It is achieved, not by digital means, though these are spectacular analytical tools, but by hand. The confluence of drawing and presence. Drawing a space – whether a building or a view – is the only way I can arrive at the sense that I have experienced it, that I know it. And physically being in a space while drawing it. Seeing, feeling, hearing, smelling, tasting it. That may seem abstract, but this sensory, temporal and spatial abstraction is precisely what drawing can achieve. I try to combine and conflate these senses in creating an experiential drawing by which I can record my experience of coming to know a space through drawing.

I can photograph every inch of it, but only the drawing – both the conscious act of eye to mind to hand (to eye to mind to hand) and the capacity of drawing to twist, splay, point, unfold, converge and overlay perceptions, time and space - allows me to understand the structure, volume, materials, density, permeability, renewal, decay, verve of a place. Through drawing it, I attempt to devour it and it always devours me. It is exhausting and exhilarating. Only through this tug of war, can I really see the place. Likewise, I can look at every bird's eye view and read every text, but it is in the acting that I begin to understand the process of creating. Perhaps this 'third' dimension of research, acting, is the best 'primary source' in studying history of drawing processes.  


Drawing the impossible (bird's eye view) from the Gianicolo  [How did Giuseppe Vasi do it in 1765?]

Drawing within the city, spaces shaped by walls. Experiential drawing.

a few finishing touches at pin-up