Friday, July 25, 2014

BOOK-MATCHED MARBLE

THE RORSCHACH TEST WITH STONE AND WOOD
The term book-matched is used by designers, architects, and others obsessed with having to know everything about everything. It refers to stone or wood that is heavily grained or veined that is then cut and polished on alternating sides so that the grain or veins when put side by side mirror themselves. The slabs unfold like a book and that is where the name comes from.

You're not going to find book-matched marble at your local flooring store. You'll find tiles which are nice but not the slabs I'm talking about.
You've got to really want the look and you've got to have pretty deep pockets or the willingness to sell one of your kids if you're going to do some book-matched designing.
When it comes to marble and after you've bit the bullet, if that's what you're going to do, the next thing is to source out a marble supplier. Most cities will have an importer with marble stock but to find one who will have stock in book-matched is going to be rare. Local marble suppliers are supplying their stock to contractors building kitchen and bath countertops. You'd be lucky to find a couple of slabs of the same batch let alone enough to clad a room or complete a wall.
After you've found a marble source and selected your slabs it's off to the fabricator to have the stone cut and prepared for installation.
Once it's hung or laid the beauty of book-matched is stunning.
The same holds true for using wood with book-matched grains. Primary uses for book-matched wood is in wall paneling and in furniture.
Using the book-matched can make a wall sing.
It can also do the same for furniture. Our manufacturer, Black Wolf Design, has added the book-matched aspect to the pieces in the Mendota collection we launched at ICFF.
Book-matched designs can go either way. It can be overpowering and way too fussy or it can be beautiful.
Here are some examples of where it worked.

















THE GALLERY
Identical Twins, Eoselle, New Jersey, 1967
Diane Arbus, photographer
Represented by Fraenkel Gallery

Thursday, July 17, 2014

THE WISCONSIN NORTHWOODS

THE CABIN NEXT DOOR TO THE SKY
Our rustic cabin for the week sits nestled in among the pine groves surrounding Catfish Lake. The main house was built strong in the early 1920's.
It sits on a flat patch of ground just before the land falls to the shore and the dock pointing out into the lake like a finger testing the water.
A smaller sleeping cabin for guests and generations past, present and future, a garage and a carport complete the compound.
The ground is layered with the needles shed from the statuesque pines turned that cinnamon color that seasons the North Woods of Wisconsin.
Babbles of moss add an emerald sheen to the velvet carpet of lawn fluttering down the embankment and lapping at the shore.
The shore, in return, echoes the undulation of the land and meets in a kiss of water and mass.
It's our second visit to the cabin on Wooded Lane. Here time loops around as the next door neighbor with his captain's hat slowly motors out into the lake with his wooden Chris Craft
only to have time turned back around by the buzz of the neighbor two doors down landing his seaplane on his way back from work.
Here where eagles fly in groups gliding on currents of time held in check, where the air is always crisply scented with pine, where deer play in your yard seeming fearless and forgetful of the coming hunt, here is where I can touch my solitude and regain my direction.
July still requires stoking the fireplace. Temperatures struggle to reach the seventies during the day and fall well below fifty at night.
The howl of the wind whips through the night yet dawn is eerily quiet. Not even the birds seem to wake remaining huddled in their aeries miles above our resting heads.




THE MOST HANDSOME MAN SITTING IN THE BACKYARD
As dusk rolled in Rick sat in the amber light Buddy happily nuzzled in his lap.






















THE ST. GERMAIN FLEA MARKET
Every Monday between Memorial Day and Labor Day the Community Park in St. Germain is the site of a flea market. This is not your parking lot variety flea market with stalls marked out by the size of a parking space. The St. Germain market winds through a pine forest of needle packed trails under the branches of a forest canopy. From nine in the morning until three in the afternoon the meandering paths are packed with bargain seekers rummaging through vintage, antique, and craft goods from vendors who travel the uplands market circuit.
One vendor specialized in 1950's pinball art salvaging from the sides of an old pinball machines like the Strike Zone or Derby Dash.
These panels represent a moment in the continuum of graphics between art deco and graffiti. Thank god someone had the forethought and the discerning eye to salvage these pieces that can now be classified as art.
Light filtering through the canopy of the coniferous trees and spilling onto the pieces of history for sale puts them in a context far more enchanting than sitting on a plastic folding table in someone's driveway back home.
Ceramic vases, clutch purses and marble candlesticks spread out on a vintage tablecloth are made all the more appealing given this North Woods setting.
Pieces so iconic of the territory hang from trees.
Taxidermy deer heads mounted and ready to hang were available for those unwilling to make the kill or for those unable to bag their own but looking for bragging rights with made-up stories about the ten-point buck shot at a hundred yards in a blinding snow storm with a single bullet.
A faux trunk probably purchased at a gift store takes on a history far greater than its actual lifespan when placed in a setting so complimentary to its fictitious history.
We had taken E. L. Doctorow's Loon Lake along with us as one of the books we wanted to keep us company while we sat in front of the fire on those cool northern nights. We didn't expect to see such a literal doppelganger of our reading material and Doctorow's imagination pop up on a table in the woods.
Even the crafts displayed had a North Woods aura about them. A very sweet older man explained how he collected objects like doorknobs and yardsticks and turned them into hall hooks. We were impressed with an old crocket set he had re-envisioned turning it into a whimsical side table.
Another vendor sold only birch bark baskets supposedly woven by local Indians.
A group of women made mittens from recycled woolen sweaters that had either lost their style or worn out in places that couldn't be repaired. We almost walked out with this pair. We have a hard time resisting anything that comes in grey and orange.
What we couldn't resist was this metal watering can sitting amongst a bedpan, spittoon and two boxes of 7.62 mm cartridges. It quenched our thirst for a purchase and it will help quench our backyard flowers for a long time to come.
Food was also in plentiful supply and regional rather than generic. The German Sausage Hut provided brotwurst, wine kruat and Cheese-Kransky. Set among the towering branches of Community Park it was like a slice of Bavaria cut off and plopped in the Wisconsin woods.
Entertainment wasn't on the agenda as far as I could tell but this little guy was in full swing as he walked the paths along with his dad. How cool is this.
The market is no match for Brimfield or Madison-Bouckville in size. It doesn't span acres or boost a field of hundreds of vendors but the setting is so magical the spirit of the event far surpasses any trip we've made to the better-known markets of the continental United States. There's a European feel to the event. Similar to the weekly markets that travel from town to town throughout Europe where you can buy fresh produce and meat for that evenings dinner, a new outfit for the weekend or a piece of local history.



THE GALLERY
Parc de Jeurre, Morigny-Champaigny, France, 1999
Lynn Geesaman, photographer
Represented by Yancey Richardson Gallery

Thursday, July 10, 2014

PAINE ART CENTER AND GARDENS

THE HOUSE NATHAN AND JESSIE NEVER LIVED IN
Who hasn’t heard of Oshkosh B’gosh? Founded in 1895 the nametag became synonymous with bib overalls making Oshkosh the punch line of hayseed jokes for decades. For all of you who hold on to this stereotype I suggested plucking the seeds from between your teeth and take a trip to Oshkosh and the Paine Art Center and Gardens.
Lumber has been a mainstay of central and northern Wisconsin industry since the early 19th century. By the late 1800’s Oshkosh and the Fox River Valley had become a major producer of lumber supplying the U.S. with building material for its booming population. Much of Chicago raised by the great fire of 1871 was rebuilt with lumber coming from Oshkosh. Thanks to the O’Leary cow business in Oshkosh was booming.
Rising out this need for new construction was the C.N. Paine Company, a firm specializing in building doors. Handed from father to son the company had grown to the world’s largest door producer by the 1920’s producing over 20,000 doors per day, enough closets for all of us to hide in.
It was the son, Nathan Paine, and his wife, Jessie, who dreamt up the idea of building a grand home representative of their English heritage. They engaged the architect, Bryant Fleming, to create an English Country Manor house for them in the heart of Oshkosh proper. The estate was to be a showcase for important furniture, art and nature eventually to be endowed to the community as a place for educational and cultural events.
Construction was begun in 1927. Unfortunately, the stock market crash of 1927stepped in and shortly thereafter the ensuing Great Depression put a halt on finishing the manor house. Jessie and Nathan never got the opportunity to live in the house but their goal of making it a venue for the community did proceed. In 1946 the legal transfer of the property into the custody of the museum trust was completed. Shortly after, in 1947 Nathan dropped dead. Jessie, childless, continued to serve on the museum’s board of directors until her death in 1973 at the age of 100, she, on the other hand, wasn’t going to give up so easily.
Today the gardens and home are a real jewel in an unlikely setting. The gardens ripple with roses, hydrangeas, begonias and violets.
Urns are overflowing with vines and tropical plants shooting for the sun.
The sculptural elements that seem to hide in amongst the foliage are mystical, historic
and even psychedelic like this sculpture and urn that incorporate kaleidoscopes with a macro view of the garden’s plant life.
There are lengthy vistas and portals of opportunity for viewing the magnificent grounds.

The museum has its own art collection but hosts traveling exhibits throughout the year. Currently an exhibit of prints by Henri Matisse is on display. The square tufted benches in the center of what once was a ballroom are by our furniture manufacturer, Black Wolf Design. BWD’s manufacturing facility is located in Omro, a ten-minute drive from the Paine.
We got in the act as well helping to design some consoles, tables and a podium based on the house’s architecture.
The architecture and the furnishings, much of which was bought and planned out during the manor’s construction by interior designer, Phelps Jewett, were to represent the finest available during the 1930’s when Tudor revival was so predominant.
Both the exterior and interior are prime examples of the lush and rich aspects of the style. You could disassemble the Paine and reconstruct it in Bel Air or Beverly Hills. It would not only fit in, it would stand out as a prime example of beautifully thought out design.
The breakfast room stands out as an exception to the darker aspects more prevalent in much of the rest of the house. The glass panes were specially manufactured to replicate the ripples and color variations seen in 17th century glass.
As large and grand as the Paine is it only holds two bedrooms. I guess Nathan and Jessie had decided that childlessness was their future.
Kids would have only produced too many opportunities for smeared fingerprints on the Staffordshire porcelains
or spilled fruit juice from the delicate bone china sitting in the dining room.
The Paine was added to the National Registry of Historic sites in 1978. With our relationship with Black Wolf Design it has taken us three years of traveling back and forth to Omro to finally make the ten-minute commute to the Paine. Don’t be like us.
Take the time to visit one of America’s most beautiful homes and gardens. You won’t regret it.










THE GALLERY






































Two Lumberjacks, Black River Falls, Wisconsin
Charles Van Schaick, photographer
The Wisconsin Historical Society photo collection