Quest for Beauty

It might seem odd that the world’s largest collection of works by Louis Comfort Tiffany are displayed in a small city in Florida. After all, the incredibly talented Tiffany (painter, decorator, architect, photographer, furniture designer, potter, jeweler, and of course, glass artist) lived and worked most of his life in New York City.

Interestingly, the connection starts in Chicago where Tiffany broke onto the world stage at the 1893 World’s Columbian Exposition. His father had a large display area for his finely-crafted Tiffany & Co jewelry, part of which he willingly shared so that his son could display his massive leaded-glass chapel.

Besides its sheer size, the chapel astounded the world with its intricate and vivid glass scenes. Tiffany eschewed traditional stained glass (plain glass that was painted), instead using colorful glass of his own making. He called his patented technique for richly swirled panes of glass, opalescent. By layering different hues of opalescent glass with a leaded technique he could create shadows and add depth to achieve a more realistic scene.

His new technique and nature-inspired artworks (like vases featuring peacock feathers) caused quite a stir in the art world. Undoubtedly, the work of the 45 year-old artist would have also caught the attention of Charles Hosmer Morse, a wealthy Chicago industrialist.

After the exhibition, the newly famous Tiffany returned to his various glass and furnishing business ventures in New York. 1902 was a momentous year for Tiffany, he changed his business name to Tiffany Studios and also took over Tiffany & Co after his father’s death. With his sizable inheritance he began construction of Laurelton Hall, his monumental 84-room mansion on Long Island. Tiffany not only designed the building but the furniture, windows, lamps, rugs, and other elements. He was nearing retirement and viewed the home as his masterpiece, a way to showcase art from his long and varied career. A life’s work he referred to as a “Quest for Beauty”.

About this time, Morse purchased a large parcel of land in Florida and worked with other founders to lay out a small town. Winter Park was established with strict architectural rules that emphasized the area’s natural beauty.

In 1918, after officially retiring, Tiffany created a foundation at Laurelton Hall, where young artists could reside and gain inspiration for their own works. One of those lucky fellows was Hugh McKean, who studied there while Tiffany was still alive.

Tiffany’s death in 1933, coincided with the depths of the Great Depression and major changes in artistic tastes. By 1943, the previously successful Tiffany Studios was bankrupt and everything from the estate was sold to cover debts. Unbelievably, Tiffany and his exquisite glass art were heading to obscurity.

In 1945, Morse’s granddaughter Jeanette Genius McKean and her husband Hugh moved to Winter Park, bringing with them a flock of colorful peacocks. Hugh became the first director of the town’s art museum, which was dedicated to his wife’s influential grandfather. The museum featured works from the family’s collection, primarily focused on the Arts & Crafts movement (which included some early Tiffany pieces).

The impetus for the museum’s present focus was a letter written to Hugh by Tiffany’s daughter in 1957. A fire had gutted the vacant Laurelwood Hall, and she beseeched Hugh and Jeanette to salvage some of his once famous leaded glass windows before they were demolished. While walking through the devastation, the McKeans made the decision to save not just windows but other Tiffany-designed architectural elements, like patio columns and fireplace mantels.

That project spurred the artistically inlined team to acquire other Tiffany pieces from around the world to feature at the museum. Their efforts revived interest in Tiffany’s work, today his glasswork is once again highly prized. Roughly 100 years later, the museum is introducing Tiffany’s nature-inspired “Quest for Beauty” to new generations.

Meanwhile, those colorful peacocks became a staple of life in Winter Park. The peacock is officially the town’s mascot, prominently featured on street signs and in beautiful murals all over town.

Motivating?

There are 3 things you can rely on when driving through the Orlando area*: traffic will randomly and inexplicably come to a dead stop, parts of I-4 will always be under construction, and the Majesty Building will remain unfinished.

Construction on the privately funded building began back in 2001 but was never completed. The interior is empty, there are no walls, plumbing, or even electricity. The glassy architectural effort (or lack thereof) has been given the moniker “I-4 Eyesore” by bemused locals.

Since even tourists know about it now, I suppose that makes it famous. Though I prefer to think of it as infamous. Which brings to mind a line from a favorite movie, The Three Amigos, when Ned Nederlander explains, “In-famous is when you’re MORE than famous.”

The building, and its nearby interstate, have also inspired a motivational quote, “Be like (insert one), never stop working on yourself!”

*I typically avoid driving through this area but I’m off on an adventure and needs must (more about that soon).

Tampa’s Thai Temple

A visit to Wat Mongkolratanaram has been on my list since I first learned of it a couple years ago. While Buddhist monks live on the property year-round, the grounds and viharn (assembly hall) welcome visitors on Sundays.

My friend Antonia met me there this past Sunday. After parking under the shade of massive live oaks, the first thing that caught our attention was the richly decorated viharn. This current structure was sponsored by the King of Thailand in 2007.

After removing our shoes, we quietly entered their sacred space. Not being intimate with their customs, I found the broadcast of a monk describing Buddhist principles to be quite informative (even if it disrupted the quiet of the sanctuary).

This Tampa Thai temple was founded in 1981 with a mission to spread the power of positivity and reflection throughout the Bay area. It didn’t have much of a physical home until 1983 when the organization purchased land along the Palm River.

They did an amazing job selecting the location, even though Tampa’s hard-working, industrial harbor looms large to the east, the temple’s broad, waterfront view is remarkably unspoiled.

By the time we finished wandering the grounds, we were ready for some refreshments. A craving probably enhanced by the wonderful smells emanating from the open air food market. There were so many Thai options to choose from that we decided to grab a smattering and share. All our choices were delicious but the mango sticky rice drizzled with coconut milk was by far my favorite.

The best part was knowing that all our “purchases” were donations to support the sharing of Buddha’s teachings; not to do any evil, to cultivate good, and to purify one’s heart. Goodness knows, the world can use more of those first two!

Country Fun

Every Spring, the nearby town of Pinellas Park hosts an annual Country in the Park. It’s a free, all-day event that pays homage to their once rural history. Friends and I have attended every year for the past 4 years and yesterday was the best one yet!

The music lineup was stacked with talent, our local (and the nation’s best) Kenny Chesney cover band, Pirate Flag kicked off the afternoon, followed by the fun songs of Jerrod Nieman, while the sparkling and talented Lorrie Morgan wrapped the night up with flair.

As much as I love live music, I have to admit the baby barnyard animal races were also pretty darn entertaining. Definitely a fun way to spend a beautiful Spring day!

Baby Goat Race
Lorrie Morgan with “Don’t Worry Baby” (a Beach Boys song which she recorded with them in 1996)

Sláinte!

Lucky me, I celebrated St. Patrick’s twice this year. On Saturday I volunteered up at Flanagan’s Festival in Dunedin. The weather was just perfect for an outdoor party and the downtown park was packed with people.

Though the town has strong Scottish roots where the skirling of bagpipes is commonly heard, residents and visitors happily joined the celebration of Ireland’s most famous saint. The event featured live music, step-dancing, and a wee bit o’ beer drinking. I was not expecting to meet Paddy the Duck but weird is wonderful!

Tonight’s musical performance, though sans livestock, was still a lovely time. Liz is a very talented, local musician who uses a looper with her electric cello to create a multilayered sound. She ended her set with that Irish classic, Danny Boy.

Wishing us all Sláinte agus táinte (health and wealth)!

Liz Glushko Plays Danny Boy

New Resident!

Well, that was fast! I just built and installed this bee hotel at the end of January.

We had a couple cold snaps in February that prevented me from doing much yard work, so I didn’t even bother checking on the hotel.

In contrast, March has warmed up quite nicely. Since Tampa hit a record breaking 90° on Friday I figured it would finally be safe to clear away frost-damaged foliage.

While trimming and weeding in my front yard earlier today, I took a peek at my bee hotel, not really expecting a boarder.

So, imagine my delight when I spotted a papery covering sealing one of the bamboo tubes. I don’t know what species of native bee has moved in but I’m thrilled. Welcome, my little winged friend!

Pecking Order

In honor of National Bird Feeding Month, I thought I’d update you on my bird feeder camera. Last week I relocated it to a sunnier spot in my front yard (and moved that feeder to the backyard- never fear, my birds still have options).

The camera caught two new species at the feeder, both of which, for different reasons, surprised me. Between working and relaxing, I spend a decent amount of time out in my yard and this is the first time House Finches have made an appearance. They aren’t an uncommon species, but they are a new yard species for me. As for the Palm Warbler, it is a winter visitor that I first noticed a few years ago and I’m always pleased when the little tail bobber returns. Since they typically dine on insects I didn’t expect it to show up at the feeder. Ever resourceful, they resort to seeds during colder weather.

What’s most notable is the “ownership” of my new feeder. Apparently, it belongs to the grackles. Not only are they the first and last visitors every day, but they chase off all the other species (with two notable exceptions).

In between grackles other birds swoop in but there is a hierarchy among those species. The small birds and cardinals cede to the jays, which in turn defer to the woodpeckers. All of them will take flight when a grackle appears. Thus far, only a pandemonium* of parakeets or a crow outrank grackles.

*Don’t you just love the collective nouns of different animal species? Even when feeding, a group of parakeets is definitely a wild and noisy thing!

Wandering the Watershed

Yesterday I finally had a chance to explore Brooker Creek Preserve. Located near the northern border of Pinellas County, the preserve straddles Brooker Creek. It not only protects a large section of the watershed but it also encompasses the county’s largest remaining swath of undeveloped land (close to 9,000 acres). Considering that Pinellas is the most densely populated county in the state, this open space is a rare treat.

I was up before dawn so that I’d get to there when it opened. I timed it just right, the sun and I both arrived about 7am. I followed the park ranger in as he unlocked the gates but after that I was on my own. Well, except for a couple of White-tailed Deer that foraged and frolicked nearby, completely unconcerned with my presence.

The main thing I noticed as I wandered the boardwalk and trails was the lack of water. If it wasn’t for the current drought, most of the dusty footpaths I wandered would normally be underwater (or at least very muddy, hence the trail sign).

That’s the thing about Florida, it’s the flattest state in the country. Which means that historically, during the rainy season, the water in our largest watershed didn’t exactly gush, as much as it just spread across the landscape. Lacking elevation and the great pull of gravity, the water meandered, passing through marshes, swamps, and wetlands before eventually moseying into Tampa Bay (when left unaltered, but spoiler alert, it’s almost all been altered).

Overall, the dryness worked in my favor, as birds were drawn to the remaining ribbon of water (and my feet didn’t get wet). How fortunate for all of us that this land is protected!

Whispers in the Pines