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Purcell and Elmslie, Architects Firm active: 1907-1921
Minneapolis, Minnesota :: Chicago,
Illinois |
8/8/2007
![]() Third Church of Christ, Scientist William Gray Purcell, architect Portland, Oregon 1925 Source: William Gray Purcell Papers |
![]() Interior, 1926 |
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Om Mani Padme Hum!
Some things just blow me away, and it takes me a while to wrap my mind
around them. Here's a sweet one. I was recently using the fantastically
useful search capabilities at Amazon.com to find all citations of Purcell. I
stumbled upon a book titled Land of Desire: Merchants, Power, and the Rise
of a New American Culture by William Leach which, amid references to
Sullivan color technique, quotes an obscure piece called "Creating
Background and Atmosphere Which Sell Merchandise" that Purcell wrote in 1930. The surviving copy of this article amidst his papers
lacks any note of where it appeared, which the bibliography of this book
thoughtfully supplies--all of which is a nice prompt to add the information
to the facsimile of the article as it appears in these pages, as well.
That tasty bit tucked under my wing, I happened next in line to see a mention of his work in Portland in Architectural Guidebook to Portland by Bart King and this caught my eye:
Nifty Amazon deposited me on facsimile page whose number was not visible, but which contained this remarkable description:
First off, if you have stopped howling yet, one can only remark in passing that a more complete lack of awareness concerning the work of Purcell and Elmslie could hardly be expressed in print. Clearly, this writer had never lifted the cover of H. Allen Brooks, at a minimum, nor obviously ever typed in the name of the firm into Google or Yahoo. Naturally, Purcell not only "worked" at P&E, he happened to be a founding principal of the second most commissioned Progressive firm, especially of residences, after Frank Lloyd Wright. Since the very essence of Purcell and Elmslie was the expression of spiritual integrity, and this building for Christian Scientists responded to a very particular type of practice, the above must be allowed to pass by without dwelling further unless you want to stop for a soda.
When I made my pilgrimage to this building in 1984 (in another universe, some 23 years ago), I saw that there were concrete foundations lining an intended but never realized extension of the building. Something has been built there now, as you can see. I was comforted by seeing that the original sanctuary appeared to be unaltered on the exterior. Being Buddhist myself, I knew what was likely to have happened inside, but could only be glad of the possibility of this building being repurposed to the dharma. Imagine my delight that, although one side alcove has been closed off and the altar has completed changed the former reader's stage area, the interior remains pretty much functionally intact and even the electroliers are still there.
This is a Chinese temple interior, but not altogether unlike the Tibetan forms that I tend toward; nonetheless I am thrilled with this outcome for a building that might have been demolished or turned into, say, a bottling plant. Utterly, profoundly wonderful! [I think the Relics Tour of the Maitreya Project needs to check in here for a visit, if it hasn't already. And if you don't believe that such things have power (I didn't but experience proved my assumption wrong), you should try sitting in the presence of the reliquaries for four or five hours. I was naturally high as a kite for days, with dharma poetry spontaneously flowing (uncharacteristically) out of me. These things pack a charge, however they came by it.] I am so ready to visit Miao Fa Chan Temple and humbly ask permission to meditate. Anyone want to scholarship me a trip to Portland? Double whammy for the bucks, good karma for architecture and merit in the dharma in one fell swoop. I wonder if my old jalopy would make it up there...naw, don't even think about it. I'm already flying anyway...
And There's So Much More Department. In my life I have been blessed with some lasting friends who are truly great human beings. Just because I asked, two of them have independently collaborated to deliver a set of photographs of the Lawrence Fournier house in Minneapolis that, taken together, cover the inside and outside. Most importantly, these images recognize the commitment and respect of devoted owners who are spending their time and treasure to restore and refit this home by one of the key drafters in the P&E office. I wish I had a decent photo of them to put up here, because these are clearly the kinds of folks that the P&E Team intended should live in their houses. They obviously have a deeply personal connection with the dwelling, and in a moment of time where the Owre house is on the block for the pickings of millionaires only, it is heartwarming to see a couple so obviously making a very fine down to earth home in the Fournier house. They've even perfectly feng shui'ed the front entrance with a substantial pair of foo dogs.
Although the Fournier house is more Arts & Crafts in line than a design from the P&E studio usually was (J. D. R. Stevens house in Eau Claire has this same feel on a larger scale), there is a straight shooting cleanliness in the general scheme that keeps faith with the progressive message. The house did not fare well with owners in previous decades. Like many of its kind, interior fixtures were stripped as the property changed hands, finish features faded or were removed, and clapboard siding was converted to stucco. One of the more recent owners added a fireplace mural and plaque insert to the chimney whose imagery, while romantic enough, is purely Arts & Crafts in the traditional sense and not akin to a P&E fireplace, even though witness the body of the raised hearth being exactly what it should be. Nonetheless, the house retains key elements sufficient to bring the mind to rest in wholesome values. Should I ever make it to Minneapolis, I hope to call and pay my respects.
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| Coming up. More pages from Purcell's autobiographical manuscripts are being typed, with links added to illustrations throughout the site, and Organica gets a bookstore. Tom Shearer has sent gigabytes of awesome photographs (as usual) though we must sadden this report with sad note of a damaged hard drive that consumed entire the product of a recent trip to Owatonna. However, Tom is undaunted and will recoup from this stab of Mercury retrograde (not that he would ever describe the event in such terms). While the best shots are reserved for publication in a proposed book, glimpses from his fecund lens will delight all comers over the next several updates. He really has found an entirely new and unprecedented way to look at these many Prairie treasures. The friendship he bestows on us all through these selfless contributions is an example of the finest Midwestern spirit hard at work. | |||||||||||||||
9/1/2007
![]() Vault frieze module Farmers and Merchants State Bank Purcell and Elmslie Hector, Minnesota 1916 Photograph © by Tom Shearer. All rights reserved. |
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Scrumdiddlyumptuous.
Tom Shearer has been at it again, doing
that thing that he does so well with his camera. I am tempted to simply put up a flowing series of his images in a Flash presentation, but that isn't really a Grind. This column is supposed to be about my own experience of process in the Caravan. One of the major blessings in recent years is having Tom's images bring new light to my eyes on things long familiar or known previously only in archival black and white. The original achievement, a primordial contribution, in Lux Shearer is the high resolution digital close-ups that provide a completely new visual approach to details which are simply invisible to the naked eye on site. Maybe we were never meant to see these things this way, but perhaps this unintended intimacy allows us compensate for the destructive vagaries of intervening time in a uniquely organic way. I can't bear to shrink wrap these beauties, so I have reduced them only enough to display whole on the average computer monitor. Hope you all have broadband, because these will take 30 seconds to download even at that speed. Scroll slowly. Maybe make an espresso and grab a scone while this arrives. ![]() Front entrance ceiling modules Farmers and Merchants State Bank Purcell and Elmslie Hector, Minnesota 1916 Photograph © by Tom Shearer. All rights reserved.
Aside from revealing the telling presence of
cobwebs and cracks, patches and chips, manufacturing blemishes and
positioning flaws, his images allow the heart of the idea from which these
architectural enrichments unfolded to be perceived elementally. In combining
his talent for framing with the clarity of high resolution detail, Tom's
photographs provide a draught of purity. Through these pathways the
inquiring heart and mind can reverse-engineer, drawing from a single breath
of beauty the essential oxygen of purpose and thus embrace a comprehension
of the whole structure that might not still be as easily available in the
larger context of surviving conditions. You'd never get this out of just standing there. I look forward to the time when Tom goes to the local phone company in, say, Winona, and asks politely if they would mind lifting him up in a bucket so he can get the capitals and medallions from the Merchants Bank head on. Adapted to geographical scope, Tom has the potential to become a valued successor to Richard Nickel. Color is a significant advantage in reproduction, one Nickel didn't have for publication, but Tom's sharper edge is the capacity of sophisticated digital cameras to go where the human eye is either unlikely or unable to venture. The contribution to those studying the geometries and efflorescence of these patterns is unparalleled. Some of those who write to me on a semi-regular basis to exchange notes have made significant new discoveries in their awareness of these compositions thanks to Tom allowing me to post the images here (also available on his Flickr page).
While I don't willingly step on any toes here, there are those out there who are trying to render an argument for an archetypal mathematics underlying all Elmslie's patterns. It's kind of cool in a way that people sense an underlying language common to all of his ornament, and since they did come from one mind there is no doubt a relationship between them all. I am just not yet sold that this can be reduced to a formula programmable on a computer to output variations at will. There is just so much more going on with an individual expression of site and circumstance in each commission where these delicacies flourished. I admit, it will make a hell of a screensaver, anyway.
On the other hand, it is wonderful to see, up close and personal, the
often wondrous way that these materials have managed to age with grace.
The color on terra-cotta exposed to harsh winters has managed
miraculously to remain vibrant. While interior metals have naturally
acquired a patina from atmospheric exposure, the workmanship and the
quality of the materials has only been emphasized in many instances. In
Tom's views, this becomes part of the evaluation of the object and leads
to deeper understanding. Yes, eventually, if you hung out in these
places for months you might get to know it anyway, but as Sullivan noted
a building reveals itself only slowly. These photographs help that time
function along substantially.
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| Tom has traveled
throughout Minnesota, Iowa, and Wisconsin, seeking out not just the Purcell
and Elmslie canon but all the other Progressives, save Frank Lloyd Wright
(who is serviced by others aplenty). He even applies attention to forgotten
bits from the American Terra-Cotta Company catalog that turn up roadside. In
all, this is a remarkable commitment of time, effort, and resources for the
reason than Tom feels it is the right thing to do with himself. If that
isn't a spiritual motivation, I don't know what one is. And of course, there
is the inevitable dollop of irony in all that, since Tom is a scientific
objectivist by training. Spirit can have a strange sense of humor. Tom is
still opening to the focus, so to speak, so the best is yet to come.
As the wag said, "Take a picture. It'll last longer." Sadly, oh so true in Progressive architectural history. |
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| Coming up. More photos, of course, and some finally completed manuscripts. | |||||||||||||||||||