Letting Nature In

A snapshot of the living room of the Frank Lloyd Wright Usonian home in Florence, this one I took with my iPhone. I took many more with my Nikon, just haven't had a chance to play with them. I loved this home, the function of form and design, the sparseness in furniture selection and accessories. The signature designs in light fixtures, the use of nature to warm the nearly utilitarian interior. The rich cypress wood that felt as if it were flowing, warmed by the sun, the patina of years, cocooning its inhabitants. Every roomed seemed in harmony, with simple furniture, open spaces. light filtering in through brass screens, and almost hidden nooks and crannies lined halls, and provided the necessary space for the messiness of human living. The women who lived her entire adult life in this home, came here from New York as a young bride, raised 4 boys here, was wife and then widow, she brought with her a concert piano, and a loom.

I loved how her work complimented her house, the rich colors and her choice of designs, I found myself wondering how much living in this home, on the banks of the Tennessee River, influenced her music and her art. I found myself wanting to sit in these rooms with my arms behind me, knees bent in front of me,  leaning back into the sun. Warmed.