r had gotten it) and then... you found it! The colors and shapes were a perfect fit. Carter and I ered we had many of the same friends, habits, values, books, and aims. We were hearing, seeing, inking alike, having crossed paths in the Art Institute years earlier, where I had lectured and was a eer researcher and translator until I attended the School of the Art Institute of Chicago for my e in painting. In the eighties, my friends and I often attended the many lectures and exhibits that had organized at the Graham Foundation. We got to know each other better and were thrilled to ound the right person--a fine pun, because my second husband had been a Wright apprentice at n West for a short while and Grant Manson, the architectural historian, had called me “the Wright , wanting to be together all the time, most of the time in armony, seldom separate, and when separated, feeling as k House blindly and overlooked the flaws, as one often does in ginning of a love affair. One can ignore, especially when wed with a sense of humor, and one can forgive with standing. The Tomek House had its quirks, so I joked about the “outside g in” when the water from the driveway drained through the el in the lowered step of the servant’s entrance to the small ay or when the pipes in the uninsulated kitchen or the billiard would freeze. Birds would also sometimes fly in when the outh windows were wide open, through the French doors, or gh the windows on the north that would be open on a windless Loving is very much rdening: starting a watching and helping grow, pruning, ing, weighing pros and and putting up with
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