When my friend Martha and I went on the fall tour of historic homes in a nearby small town, one home wasn’t historic at all–but it turned out to be the most fascinating. We almost skipped it. We were soaking wet, it was still raining, and this part of the tour was mostly outside, to see the homeowners’ art collection. It was the last place on the list and we were pooped.
The family home is set well back in a wooded area off a quiet road. The owner is a sculptor whose work has received international acclaim. We knew we’d found the right house when we came upon the roadside newspaper and mail boxes. (Click on any photo to make larger.)
There was a gate, of course…
A dog and cat stood on either side of the front walkway and beyond the walk, an old parking meter marked a graveled spot.
Dozens… maybe hundreds… of his sculptures are featured throughout the property. None of the large rocks, like the one beside the meter, were original to the site.
Art works inside the house hung from the very high ceilings, over some of the windows, on the walls. Mantel, floor, tables, and ‘most every available surface held more treasures. Some of the collection was the work of other artists, but most was done by the homeowner.
The hearth room in the center of the house had minimal furnishings and maximum art displays. Many were whimsical in nature, like the fish “skeleton” over the mantel.
A larger-than-life horse had once been a pile of old gears, washers, bicycle chains, wrenches, and other scrap metals.
An outbuilding held a huge, kidney-shaped pit for skateboarders, including the couple’s teenage son. On weekends they open it for others to enjoy.
Remember, every boulder was hauled in and carefully placed–dozens and dozens.
I have dozens more pictures of sculptures; arbors to zebras. So many unexpected surprises–like this guy on the upstairs balcony:
Meanwhile, back inside the house. . . remember the woman in the hearth room, sitting there looking at the Christmas tree?
I’d walked right past without even realizing that she wasn’t real.
I remember thinking that her outfit seemed a little casual.