There are Constructivist echoes in its palette of graphite, persimmon, and buff. Its challenging geometries initiate a dialogue with sky and soil that extends inside. There, light plays on a medley of well-honed materials and dances on a collection of folk sculpture, perhaps the best in private hands. Time, they say, waits for no man. The owner of this house has at least found a way to harness time, to graph the trajectory of sun and moon the way the ancients did, against immobile stone and wood.
Time travels across well-weathered ship's figureheads, weathervanes, decoys, and other carvings.
Color and contour by day, the figures are stark silhouettes by night. Polarity is the governing scheme. It establishes structure, defines limits. It is crayoned lines to be colored in. The collection is a meritocracy of talent, a congress of creativity from Diebenkorn to the anonymous creator of a tin figure of Uncle Sam.