Love Letters To A Frank Lloyd Wright House

, I felt very ambivalent. As an artist, I the house and felt it. As the cleaning felt it too. But, as I wrote a friend in as a contractor, “I had had it,” sounding ugh I was fed-up and at the end of my However, when in the midst of the long- g divorce, it looked like I was going to be to leave the house, I realized how much d this place and that I wanted to find the uture owner. The survival of the Tomek was of great concern to me, especially .mAosdmatye lhoivsemfortotrhceycle collection. increased over the so did my feeling of nsibility. I would have an easement on the that no one would he stucco a bright r cover the plaster with flocked aper, or let it become own again and nearly ork we had already done to restore it, along with what I was still I wanted to get down to more of the original plaster that was Some we had uncovered laboriously, and later imitated in the hall,

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