Lewis "Spring" house Tallahassee by Frank Lloyd Wright
I am on the road now and visiting the town I grew up in, Tallahassee. Today with Billy Gwynn I am standing in front of the Lewis house here in Tallahassee. It is abandoned and in total disrepair. How sad. Billy and I grew up together and had the privilege of building an original Frank Lloyd Wright designed home. We built it in Kamuela on the Island of Hawaii and it gave me a wonderful adventure, not one so much of ownership, but of the fascinating people and experiences surrounding this process. I write about the entire process in “How Frank Lloyd Wright Got Into My Head Under My Skin And Changed The Way I Think About Thinking.”
Today there is a bit of sadness in seeing this great work of art in such a state. I read about now how collectable art is now selling for huge sums and yet the art form of our greatest architects sometimes just languishes. It is one of the great disconnects. Perhaps because it is an art form that requires constant attention, that requirement alone, diminishes all value beyond the utilitarian aspects.
From the ashes a “Pheonix” often rises. I ponder on what could happen here.