i'm beset by daydreaming again...
based on my newest find at the used bookstore where i work,
this one is about the creative houses, huts, hogans of Woodstock New York.
they are so beautiful they make my heart ache. i want to be surrounded in natural wood, spiral staircases, hammocks and plants and salvaged bits of glass and hardware.
i love how many of these homes are round or have circular elements; it feels so much more cozy and feminine and loving than straight white walls. curvy, inviting, warm, womanly, like a big old goddess hug of a house.
ALL of them harmonize with nature, like this house built around a great Mama Oak.
Bits of artwork and design always add unique flair and energy to theses places.
um, rainbow slide?! WHOOPEE!
i want to live in a treehouse, walk all day in the woods, stare out my little octagonal window when it rains, wrap up in homemade quilts, gather water from a well, hitch up my skirts to climb trees, gather berries in my apron, make jelly, and raise kittens.
this book got me interested in the wonderful bohemian world that was early Woodstock. you can see in the picture below a portrait on the wall of mister Hervey White. he was an idealist and pioneer in the early 1900s who bought 100 acres and developed a free spirited community called The Maverick that welcomed artists, musicians, thinkers, writers, and dreamers. to support their colony they started a music festival that became a "grand celebration of pageantry and revel." It eventually had to end in the 1930s cause apparently it was getting way too wild, but i think we all know what future massive hippie gathering it inspired later in the century. You can read all about Hervey and the Maverick Festivals here. Hervey White is considered the "father of the hippie movement."
i'm trying to convince darin to be the new Hervey White and these will be our friends, the players in the barnhouse theater:
according to my book, many of the structures that Hervey built to house his friends and neighbors still stand today. i love that about these earthy, sturdy, natural places: they seem strong and secure.
some are repurposed old barns.
this one has a giant stained glass door recycled from a neighboring church.
wouldn't it be lovely to create and use your own kiln-fired tiles?
darin says this would be the perfect room to write in. i think the cat helps with that tremendously.
i'd move to the teepee all summer, out in a field of wildflowers.
this is the neighborhood church, built by hand by a loving community.
i'll use this toilet anyday. (anyone ever tried a composting toilet? how are they?)
oh coziest of cozies.....
i love that which is crooked, imperfect, rustic, eccentric:
full of the touch of individual hands and therefore whole.
john ruskin wrote about soulfull imperfection: "In all things that live there are certain irregularities and deficiencies which are not only signs of life, but sources of beauty." hervey white studied ruskin's writings about the deadening effects of the industrial revolution, about a human being's need for arts and crafts, thoughtful labor, creativity and dignity to rise above the dehumanizing effects of the machine age.
these houses show the grace and beauty that comes from our own hands and hearts and hard work, the beauty of making something for yourself rather than careless consumption.
the caption to this one says : "once somehow the sky got into the house."
i think this is my very favorite room ever.
inspired to create beauty in my life in the most natural ways possible, i go forth into the lovely month of june hoping for sunshine and ready for joy.
how about you? any thoughts on houses, building, art, community?