We are thrilled to have been a part of a great project for San Angelo, The Stephens Performing Arts Center. Reclaiming and reinventing the old derelict Coke warehouse has been a very good thing for downtown and for the arts, giving life to both.
Hill Country Residence
During one of our office's Friday afternoon discussions over beer, we decided to document some things we like about San Angelo. I like old signs. I took a camera and began to record several of the old painted signs around town. This signage is often very simple or layered or weathered...but it works, especially when set against a great West Texas sky. See what you think as you click thru the images below...
Everywhere you look, from the grocery store to the clothing store and hardware store, consumers are presented with various products labeled with the word "recycled". Many people, myself included, gravitate towards these products because I believe we are making a better choice for our environment. However, I pose a question, "are we making a better choice?"
The year was 1970, millions of people stepped outside for peaceful demonstrations while demanding environmental reform in the first celebration of Earth Day. One product of this movement was a design competition led by the Container Corporation of America. The CCA wanted to create a recognizable symbol to be used by any manufacturer engaged in recycling. Gary Anderson, a young college student would be responsible for the circular arrow design we have come to know today.
There are several products we use every day that are made from recycled materials such as: cereal boxes, bottles, paint, paper, concrete and floor coverings. If you decide to purchase these products then you are completing the recycling loop. In addition, recycled materials also become new products that are different from their original uses. Many of these show up in the building industry such as carpet made from plastic soda/water bottles and asphalt or concrete that incorporates recycled glass.
Items such as paper and aluminum are also reported to be practical for recycling because aluminum can be used again and again and countries like China, depend on our paper waste to make paper goods.
As I continued to research and answer my own question, "are we making a better choice by recycling?" I discovered evidence that indicates maybe not every location should recycle certain items such as, glass. Not all recycling facilities can accept glass, and some facilities have to transport the glass recyclables at least 200 miles away. Furthermore, in some larger cities, residents are urged to recycle and they are provided separate plastic bins for separating recyclable materials. In doing this, cities also had to increase their fleets of waste disposal trucks to keep up with the demands of transporting these recyclables. While it sounds like the best of intentions, it does contribute to the growing pollution problem.
In an intervew with economist Holly Fretwell, Research Fellow at Property Environmentand Research Center and an adjunct instructor at Montana State University, she makes a claim that the U.S. at its current rate of trash production would have enough landfill space for the next 100 years on one of Ted Turner's expansive ranches with 50,000 acres to spare. Fretwell also makes note of the positive results that come out of landfills. They are carefully lined and sealed once full and then cities have built beaches, or parks, and even ski resorts all above a pile of waste.
While doing further research on landfills I stumbled upon another question - are landfills really that bad? I know, they have a pretty bad rap. They are unsightly, the smell can be rather intoxicating, and just plain gross. However, I came across several examples of what a landfill looks like once it's sealed and I was impressed. Some examples worth noting are:
One positive thing to take note of: now we have these beautiful park spaces and conservation land that could have been asphalt and concrete.
At the end of the day, are we making a better choice? I guess it depends on what you decide to recycle or not. Maybe it depends where you live. Maybe, we have to accept that both worlds need to co-exist. Landfills and Recycling Centers. At least we can ride on our recycled skateboards over the skate park - landfills.
Process (noun): a series of actions or steps taken in order to achieve a particular end
Wandering alone through the downtown library, always searching for inspiration I spot an intriguing spine that reads, "spaces of chillida". Lower case text, black on white. I know if I don't pick it up and at least take a glance, I will always wonder what was inside. As I slide the book out of its spot on the shelf, a sense of familiarity fills me. When I open the book I instantly feel as though someone has taken ideas right from my head and filled these pages. The artist, Eduardo Chillida, was a sculptor from the Basque region of Spain. He studied architecture before delving into drawing and sculpting producing art through direct contact with his chosen medium: clay, iron or stone. It is notably present that his background in architecture provided a richer body of work through a sense of spatial relationships, scaling of elements, and structured organization. Above all, I believe Chillida was instilled with a deep appreciation of the process. Having gone to art and architecture school, I am all too familiar with this fundamental act.
After a brief introduction to Chillida's work, I can begin to see his process and how he landed there. His work draws on influences from nature and ancient civilizations. The process often begins with black on white paintings and cut-paper forms. Then his ideas are led into the next dimension, and this process incurs studies of light, scale, and space. One of the final steps in this process is to site the sculpture in a desired environment.
There are parallels between the art world and architecture world, that are often intertwined. Architecture takes on a very dense process to ensure the health, safety, and welfare of the occupants as well achieving a particular end result derived from a specific vision. The process in architecture is sometimes broken into phases such as: conceptual design, schematic design, design development, construction documentation, and the construction phase. This process is intended to build upon the last phase completed.
Throughout my life, I have discovered that I am deeply fascinated with the process. I find it rewarding to not only see where you came from but how you actually get there. This finding has further instilled in me a deeper appreciation for objects around me, the daily spaces I occupy, to the food that I cook. This fascination has led me to choose my surroundings more carefully in a society of take and toss. I feel obligated to recognize the process, discover how it came to be and the effects it will incur along the way. As I continue my path of becoming an architect, I have discovered that the role of the architect is dynamic and the list of responsibilities continues to grow. The duty to always ensure the health, safety and welfare no longer applies to the occupants alone; we are charged with providing this duty to our natural environment as well.
In cleaning out the innards of our computer, we came upon some old projects that have not been heard from in years: old projects that were designed but never built or old small built projects that we seemed to have relegated to the digital dustbin. Finding them was like seeing an old friend on the street after many years. The connection is real and immediate. Here are some images of these "children"...for better and worse.
THE GIVING QUILT AT BAPTIST RETIREMENT COMMUNITY
The Giving Quilt - Donor Recognition Wall
COTTAGE ON LAKE TRAVIS
PREGNANCY HELP CENTER
SHADY GULCH OLD WEST TOWN
EARLY CENTRAL HIGH SCHOOL ADMINISTRATION BUILDING - STUDIES
GLENMORE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL - LIBRARY AND CAFETERIA
NORTHEAST ELEMENTARY - EARLY STUDIES
DEER VALLEY RANCH - SITE PLAN STUDY
GOODFELLOW AIR FORCE BASE - CHAPEL
SHIRLEY FLORAL - Awning studies
WEST TEXAS RANCH HOUSE
Written by Shelby Rowe, age 17, Central High School senior, intern at KFA
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" This question is thrown at you the moment you walk into your first classroom. When you are little, answers consist of cowboy, cheerleader, racecar driver, and mermaid. Everyone is so excited for their future and just can't wait until they are old enough to fulfill their innocent dreams. The closer I got to grown up, the more unsure of my answer I became. Every year, my answer would change. Maybe a veterinarian, a concert pianist, a special ed teacher. I would pass by street artists drawing cartoon faces of people posing in front of them and think, "Well that looks fun. Maybe I should do that." Everything looks fun and exciting to a seven year old who's not worrying about how much money they will make and if that will actually make enough to raise a family on. The question only comes more frequently in high school. You get to arrange some of your courses to better fit your college and life plan, if you have one. Teachers, counselors, parents, nosy church ladies, all curious as to what you want to do with the rest of your life. "You are the future. What do you plan to do with it?" Everyone hates the "I don't really know," answer, but that was all I could come up with. I have so many hobbies, so many joys, how am I supposed to narrow it down to just one for the rest of my life? Growing up, I filled notebook after notebook with drawings, resisting the urge to not cover my textbooks with doodles. Every week, I looked forward to my art class in school and even better were the art classes after school that I was constantly enrolled in. Further into high school, it became clear to me, and anyone who met me, that whatever I did with my life, art would have to be a part of it. painting and drawing had always been my outlet, the thing I did by myself, for myself. No one taught me how to do it, I just did it because I wanted to, because it made me happy. It wasn't until the summer between my sophomore and junior year that I discovered a new form of art: architecture. History has always been my favorite subject in school because I am fascinated by people, how and why they lived they ways they did, their artistic and musical tastes, what materials they had access to and how they used them. That summer, my family and I took a trip to Europe, traveling to Paris, London, Wales, Ireland, and Scotland. In Paris and London, I was intrigued by architectural staples such as the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, Big Ben, and Westminster Abbey, but I also noticed the small apartment complexes, street pubs, tiny boutiques, aging churches tucked away and hidden by the busy streets. In Ireland, I fell in love with the intricate bridges and ancient monastery ruins, Scotland showed me castles and cemeteries. Everything was so detailed, the wood and stone carved by hand, each their own masterful piece of art. This art was different from any that I had ever created or imagined creating. This is when architecture became a very real thought as to what my future plan would contain. I had always thought of architects as the people who united America with uniform, blocky buildings, destroying the individuality of beautiful cities and urbanizing every inch of open space. Big cities across the country, across the world, are sacrificing their personalities to chain restaurants and department stores, Wal-Marts and McDonalds. Architects, however, fight this uniformity. They infuse cities with interactive pieces of art, adding a bit of their own personality. Why architecture? This is why. There is something very pleasing to see your art being used instead of simply framed and hung on your bedroom wall. This will be my contribution. I will add to the community character by revitalizing historical styles and incorporating them with my own taste. Architecture will allow me to turn my hobby into something productive and efficient, something needed instead of just something admired by a few of my friends. Architecture affects everyone. People spend their lives going in and out of buildings, up and down downtown streets, walking through parks, constantly surrounded by the work of an architect. As wonderful as a painting hanging on the wall is, I want to look at a home, an office, a school, a library and be able to say "I helped create that. We made that beautiful building happen." These are the places where people spend their lives. I want to make these places more than just four walls and a roof they visit every day.
Feeling apprehensive, I took a tour of our local Tom Green County jail. I know this sounds dramatic, but as our design team entered the facility with the Sheriff, it seemed as if we were entering a downward spiral to Dante's Inferno (that's the English Major coming out in me). That night, I lay in bed with images of my jail visit flooding in:
- Everything was painted grey and the jail spaces blended into a pervasive flat grey color--the walls, the cell bars, the concrete floors, the dirty ceilings, all was grey. Even the fluorescent light beamed a harsh grey-blue.
- Everything that could possibly be vandalized was vandalized--the TV's, the lower ceiling fluorescent lights, and the exposed plumbing. Graffiti was scrawled into every surface. Metal mirrors were so scratched that my image resembled a fractured Willem de Kooning painting.
- Since there was no natural light, it was hard to determine the time of day. I was told that prisoners stayed up all night when the lights were off and slept all day when the lights were on. So, during the day, to block the light, inmates tucked scraps of cloth and newspaper over the lower light fixtures so they could sleep.
- Inmates dragged their thin mattresses onto the floor and pulled their blanket or sheet over their head to sleep. They looked like mummies...or corpses with a sheet over them, the kind you see on TV cop shows.
- Ceilings were typically so low you could reach up and touch them without tip-toeing due to the jail being a renovation of an existing building. It felt like a coffin lid.
- The jail was like an underground rabbit warren of tunnels with corridors snaking this way and that. It was difficult to understand the layout and to understand where you were in the jail. Many corridors couldn't be monitored due to the layout. Many corridors were dead-ends and were only about three feet wide with cell bars stretching to the end of the corridor. Views were truncated due to the many bars. Looking down the corridors, you could see hands gripping the bars but no attached body due to the blocked view.
- I saw the misspelled word "desperite" scratched into the wall of a cell.
- There were similarities to a zoo: caged animals being observed as they lived their lives behind bars.
- The staff reported difficulty in keeping employees working over three months before they quit. No wonder.
Design a jail? Who would do such a thing? Architects are taught to design "pretty" buildings and jails are definitely not pretty. Right?
Turns out, some very good architecture firms design jails. My preconception was that, by necessity and by a general code of what Western justice means, jails needed to be as austere and minimal as possible: criminals need to suffer for their misdeeds and reflect on what freedom meant. Wasn't the sheriff in Arizona--Arpaio?--setting a great example? Weren't the criminals there repenting of their sins and swearing off a life of crime? Turns out, they are not. Turns out, the opposite appears to be true.
I came back from the jail tour confused and shaken. Jail design didn't interest me--at least it didn't before the tour. Honestly, I was more interested in the design of projects that had a decent chance of being what I deemed aesthetically pleasing. But, as I lay in bed, I began to ask myself questions.
Why practice Architecture? If architecture is going to make a difference, shouldn't it be involved in making things better? What happened to my understanding of architecture as a real force for good? Had I become more of a style-maker instead of a difference-maker?
After this tour, I went on another tour of a different jail in Lubbock County. This jail had a vastly different model of incarceration, one that is "kinder and gentler," where the treatment of inmates gets many people in these parts riled up because it's not the "lock 'em up and throw away the key" style of justice. The difference could not be more striking. The Lubbock jail has an abundance of natural light, ceilings are high, TV's are within reach and available, a self-serve drink bar and laundry are within the multi-inmate spaces, counseling is available, the noise level is much lower, and instead of bars there was glass. There was very little vandalism. If I were to pursue a life of crime, I would do the crime in Lubbock in lieu of Tom Green County, just in case. There seemed to be less tension and despair in the air. Perhaps the greatest difference between the two jails was that the Lubbock jail followed a "Direct Supervision" model where guards are in the same space as the inmates; at the Tom Green County jail, there was "Indirect Supervision" where guards are in a separate and secured space observing the inmates.
I live in a fairly conservative West Texas county where many of the populace sip the tea from the Tea Party. And so, when the officials most involved with the jail--the Sheriff, the Jailer, and our County Judge--expressed that they had been completely wrong in their thinking on justice issues, I was impressed with their humility and I began to really focus in on what they had to say. During several lengthy discussions with these folks, as we toured the different jails, I learned that the recidivism rates between these two jail models were radically different and this difference translated to money. The direct supervision model (Lubbock County) cost slightly more money to build and yet, because the recidivism rate is lower and because it's easier to keep trained staff on hand (and fewer staff), in the long run it is more cost effective than the indirect supervision model (Tom Green County). Being more humane is more fiscally conservative. Imagine that.
"Humans are animals and animals adapt to their environment," said one of the jail staff. I think what was meant is that if we place anyone in a brutal atmosphere, they adapt...and become brutal; and that if we build something that is more ennobling, people adapt to that environment as well. Perhaps another way to say this is by Winston Churchill: "We make our buildings and then they make us." Our built environment has a say in who we are becoming.
My hope is that the architecture we do in our small city does more than merely improving aesthetics and that our buildings can be instrumental in promoting a better way to live--even life in a jail.
Part I, History:
Our small city in West Texas has a river running through it. Yes, it’s a bit of an oxymoron.
San Angelo is at the confluence of three rivers--due to this, there is a lot of history and life involved. It was a Native American hub of activity as well as the location of a frontier fort. Because of the river, I believe our city is the envy of every other dusty city within 120 miles.
However, since the city's humble official beginnings as a western fort outpost called Fort Concho in the 1860's , the river has been neglected or worse. Early settlers treated it as a trash dump and sewage channel. Early buildings built along our main street ignored it, putting the backsides of buildings facing the river to allow for easier dumping of trash. There were a series of half-hearted attempts at "beautification" but not until the 1990's was there serious consideration of making the river a primary focus for the city. Still, the river was a slowly evolving project until 2006, when a half-cent sales tax was passed by voters to accelerate development.
Reflections on a River, Part II, The Commission:
There are a few architects in our small city but no landscape architects. So, when the Concho River Revitalization project was approved by voters to proceed, the City looked outside of San Angelo to a very large A/E landscape firm for services. However, the marriage between the City and the A/E firm wasn’t a productive one, and the City quickly tired of the designs presented, labeling them as "cookie cutter." They hired Kinney Franke Architects in their place. The work included extensive permitting through Federal agencies, bank stabilization, water quality issues, dredging, trails, plazas, lighting, fountains, etc. The hope was to revitalize and reinvent a key stretch of the river as it flowed through downtown, over a mile long.
There was a learning curve. Though we had completed parks before, a landscape project of this scale and scope was daunting. We immersed ourselves in landscapes: relearning landscape history, visiting other river cities such as Austin, San Antonio, and New Orleans, visiting a Landscape Architect friend in Midland, reading books, meeting with the Upper Colorado River Authority folks, etc.
Reflections on a River, Part III, Thoughts:
With this crash-course underpinning (and having walked and biked our river trail for many years), we proceeded to learn and create. Now, with the project built and embraced by the city, here are some reflections on the work:
1. The project was a success because the work grew out of collaboration. Citizens, City Staff, City Council, consultants, each individual in our office, contractors, stone masons, UCRA staff, and other subs all provided valuable input that we tried to heed. Perhaps because we didn't know a great deal about landscape architecture at the beginning, we were able to listen more closely and follow good ideas no matter where they originated. Many participated and have now taken ownership. A good thing.
2. Practicing good urban design was crucial: Tying seamlessly into the existing fabric of City (streets, sidewalks, landscaping, plazas, etc.), using sequential vision to create a sense of discovery, accentuating landmarks, and focusing and fostering activity zones were all key in creating a larger coherent fabric, with each individual element adding to the whole.
3. There was a lot to work with on an already beautiful river, even though much of what was built was tired...very tired. By building on these existing qualities and buildings, by "going with the givens," it allowed us to cost-effectively enhance the character of distinct areas. For example:
- The "wasteland" areas below bridges were eroded and full of trash. Yet, there was abundant shade and the temperature was noticeably cooler than adjacent sun-filled areas. And so, we developed these shade zones as areas to put seating, exercise areas, artwork, etc. They have become very popular on hot West Texas afternoons.
- The river had areas with distinct characteristics. And so, we were able to enhance these characteristics and create certain zones along a river trail: a Nature Zone, shade/shadow zones, a Cultural Zone, a Kid Play zone, and other future development zones, like pearls on a long necklace. We simply built on what was already emerging. I believe this is what Christopher Alexander calls "listening to a place."
Reflections on a River, Part IV, More Thoughts:
1. We discovered that Landscape Architecture is not all that different from the architecture of buildings and places. Good design seems to be a universal--whether it be buildings, landscapes, objects, or places--that can unlock potential. This sounds very heady but during the design for the river, we became much more aware of simple elements such as plant types, xeriscaping, water use in a desert environment, hot/cool, shade/shadow/light, moving thru spaces, natural materials: we tried to use these as tools to create a sense of place...and sometimes of wonder, which seems to be at the heart of good landscape design. Used well, these elements make a place where folks want to bring kids. We are particularly fond of the large slab stones that were brought in to create a substantial and low maintenance pattern throughout the project.
2. I'm glad the City insisted on longevity and low maintenance. Too often architects design things that are beautiful...for a year or two. And then the earth starts to reclaim what it lost, the beauty gets swallowed by time, and maintenance issues increase. In light of this, everything we specified or designed was for the long term. For example the LED lighting along the trails rarely needs maintenance, requires less energy, and lasts ten years or more.
Reflections on a River, Part V, Even More Thoughts:
1. We learned a lot about water quality from the Upper Colorado River Authority. We visited the state of the art LCRA facility in Austin and traced where stormwater from the streets begins as black sludge and, after passing through several passive BMP's or filters, the water is purified and cleaned until it is clear as crystal. We tried to adopt as many of these Best Management Practices as possible so that our river can begin to recover from years of neglect. What is on the ground ends up in the river and the muck on the streets steals the oxygen from river water. So we tried to slow stormwater down to prevent erosion and we filtered it slowly through open fields or Aqua Swirl tanks or bermed detention ponds so that it would lose impurities as it made its way to the river. We studied ways to stabilize eroding riverbanks, arriving at rip rap as our best alternative due to costs and zero maintenance but also because rip rap boulders slow water down and creates habitat for aquatic life.
2. There is a thriving art community in San Angelo. Artists came forward to propose different art pieces for identified areas. A sculptor was commissioned to create limestone panels of scenes depicting local flora and fauna. Sixteen of these panels were set into a series of stone column markers with uplit light cubes at the tops. A series of mosaic pieces were installed in shaded areas below bridges: mosaic cars/trucks and a fantastic fifteen foot by thirty foot large mural. Overall, thirty new pieces were added to create a remarkable string of artwork along the trail.
When I first arrived in San Angelo twenty eight years ago, I remember jogging a broken pathway along the Concho River, amazed at the beauty and potential. I remember seeing heron nests in trees and ducks landing on water. Through the years, before the river project began, I biked often and slowly along the banks, getting a sense of the place, learning the history, patterns, the natural trails of wildlife, the smells, the hot/cool areas, shade/shadow/light at different times of the year, never imagining that we would be a part of revitalizing the heart of a fine city. You never know. I'm very thankful that our firm has had the opportunity to work on a project that brings such life. We were pleased that the project won the statewide award from the Texas Recreation and Parks Society for Best Park of 2014.
My father--91 years old, one of the greatest of the Greatest Generation--had been failing for several years before he died last month. Firsthand, I experienced his gradual decline and how the healthcare system he was in served him...or failed him. Here are some observations of the care he received, along with some lessons learned as we visited the numerous facilities that my father was in:
1. Experience matters. Yes, our seniors can teach us--but that's not the type of experience I refer to. Staff experience, training and , especially, a capacity for compassion were crucial. During Dad's multiple hospital and nursing home stays, I observed the workers who attended to his needs. On one end of the spectrum there were those who blustered into the room, waking my father for no apparent reason, not making eye contact, doing things to him but not seeing him. Dad would glaze over on these occasions and his great humor would evaporate. On the other end of the spectrum, I think of his last primary caretaker Sheku. Sheku entered quietly, held my father's hand, asked him what he needed, gave gentle instructions of what he was doing or going to do. They talked and began a real relationship. Sheku was like a Zen master. He saw my father, he had compassion.
Middle English, from Anglo-French or Late Latin; Anglo-French, from Late Latin compassion-, compassio, from compati to sympathize, from Latin com- + pati to bear, suffer with.
Of course most of the workers caring for my father fell somewhere between these two extremes. Working with Baptist Retirement Community here in San Angelo, I have been impressed that they view training as the first good of great elder care. They spend a lot of time with workers before they interact with elders. The training they provide enables workers a much better perspective on the clients they serve...they begin to see them and serve them as a mission, not merely a method (I understand they have one of the lowest employee turnover rates in the country). I'm not sure that compassion can be taught, at least not in a classroom setting...but it can be modeled, something I am witnessing daily. Maybe compassion is contagious?
We can have the best facilities imaginable but if there are not compassionate and trained workers employed, what good does it do?
2. Architecture matters. As Winston Churchill puts it: "We make our buildings...and forever after, they make us." The spaces that our elders inhabit make a real difference as life is lived out. Small but basic things such as privacy (not having to share a bedroom, having a bathroom in your room), views to the natural world outside, natural light, eliminating as many "beeping devices" as possible, entering spaces that felt home-like rather than hospital-like all played a part in making my father comfortable. I could see him relax or get agitated, depending on his environment. In one Assisted Living facility where my father stayed, I remember walking out of his room to find a seemingly endless corridor filled with noisy machines of all types and with food carts loaded with different trays. Workers reviewed charts to see what went where. A nurse station sat at the end of the corridor, much like a guard station. We can do better I thought. We must do better.
Maybe hospitals have to be somewhat institutional to work properly. Maybe. Efficiency and cost-control are obviously important. But when they dictate the architecture and the architecture then overshadows and crushes the spirit of the clients, what good is that? As I research health care facilities of all types, I notice that things are moving towards a distinctly non-institutional and more home-like environment, even in hospitals. Even large scale facilities can be broken into smaller, more intimate nodes. Colors and finishes are more important than ever. Natural light is crucial. Assisted Living and Skilled Nursing facilities are really beginning to embrace this new model. As an architect, I recognize that smaller scale and more intimate spaces cost more--we are continually seeking to balance costs with benefits. This is a real struggle as we search for more humane and meaningful places.
3. Options matter. One of the hospitals where my father stayed had first-rate medical care...but not much else. He stayed in his bed all day: unable to read, not interested in the reality tv or game shows on the television. Nurses would come check vital signs and then move on to the adjacent room. He was bored and I don't blame him. Were it not for visitations from family and friends, it would have been disastrous. On the other end of the spectrum, at one of the Skilled Nursing facilities where he stayed, there was an Event Coordinator who visited daily to make sure he knew of the ice cream social downstairs or the bingo event on the second floor, etc. A physical therapist made scheduled visits and got him up walking several times a day. These small calendar events were something to look forward to. Dad got to choose which events he attended and his family got to be in on these decisions. My father thrived in this setting which allowed him to heal from a fall much more quickly, which then allowed for a shorter stay in the facility--saving lots of money. It seems pretty basic.
In the better facilities, other small choices could be made: choice of small or large community room setting (rather than only one room or no community room at all), choice of large or smaller chairs along large windows or smaller windows, choice of various healthy menu options served on real plates. Yes, these are small choices but they added up to a more humane way of living. We all want to make choices.
In the not too distant future, we will be the ones who inhabit the health care spaces we (as a community) make--my hope is that the architecture of the spaces serves, ennobles, and inspires those in the final chapters of their lives. My father trained combat fighter pilots during World War II. I like to think of him up there in the skies in his AT-6, smiling, as he looks down on some good things happening in an often chaotic world.
Womb Chair – this classic design by Eero Saarinen is a favorite of ours because of its exposed hardware, classic aesthetic, totally padded surface, and comfort with multiple seating positions. The Womb Chair swallows you when you sit in it.
Swissvoice L7 home phone- despite home phones being rapidly phased out by their cellular counterparts, we thought this one by Swissvoice had some very elegant lines and angles. Hard not to feel cool while talking into this thing.
Nest Thermostat- this is an example of how design and technology can be applied to simple things in our life and have a large impact. The nest thermostat makes it easy to control the temperature of a house in an elegant, easy to use package without the confusion of a small, dimly lit LCD screen with vague, disassociated buttons and numbers. You simply twist the dial to scroll and push in/pull out to select and go back. The smartphone connectivity is also a plus.
1967 Alfa Romeo Tipo 33 Stradale- this late 60’s Alfa designed by Franco Scaglione represents what we love about car design. It is lithe, fluid, beautiful, and almost looks as if the bodywork was poured over the chassis. Like most sports cars from the 60’s, it was plagued by quirks that made it a little difficult to use, but this is a prime example of an Automobile as art.
Toward Sofa- This is a newer design by Erik Jorgenson that evokes a distinctly midcentury-modern feel. We love how the cushions are different colors and sizes, yet they stick together as a family. The brass leg caps are also a nice detail.
Below are brief descriptions of some of the craftsmen and subcontractors who are currently building certain projects that we have designed, each one adding a unique contribution, building on other voices and contributions. Together, with us, with the engineers, with the client (and others), we hope to arrive at a special finished place everyone is proud of. We all have a desire to do our best work and to take away the knowledge that we added something to the quality of life of those who will inhabit and use the spaces. We believe this hints at the collaborative intent of our work.
Getting to know some of the subcontractors and tradesmen/craftsmen on our jobs has been a great privilege. Sharing our worlds, learning about our respective families, discussing what really matters, all helps to foster a bit of community. We begin building projects that may last nine months or even many years-a long time. Why not engage? Coincidentally, this helps to arrive at better projects and better construction. Who wants to disappoint a friend? It works both ways. Caring about the other makes it easier to discuss problems or problem work. It's hard to look each other in the eye if things are not going well. Fridays in our office, we have begun to play a variation of chess we call Collaborative Chess...it's the same game but , instead of pitting one against the other in the traditional way, we have teams that speak to and help each other. We make suggestions to the other team, we tell them that, if they move that piece there, then we will move this piece there--should they reconsider the move? And so, what was once adversarial becomes a partnering paradigm. Building is a complicated business. It makes sense to engage the other as a partner. There is enough adversarial stuff going on in the world, right?
Kent: Grew up in Snyder, Texas. Worked for a construction company in Snyder, Texas until they went out of business. Fortunately, Templeton Construction came to town to build a Walmart, he joined them (twenty six years ago), and has been with Templeton ever since. He is a Project Superintendent overseeing jobs and he says that he loves what he does. Best thing about the job: "it puts gas in his Harley." Worst thing: "dealing with those who don't take pride in their work or who try to take 'short cuts.' " Currently, Kent is the Project Superintendent for the YMCA Addition.
Wade: Born and raised in San Angelo, went to Central High School. Has been with Templeton since 1992 doing carpentry work of all types. Best thing about job: "pays his bills." Worst thing (he says with a laugh): "has to wake up early each morning to get to work." Currently, Wade is working on the YMCA Addition and the Kinney Franke Office Building..
Steve: Born in Paris, Texas but has lived in San Angelo most of his life. Went to high school and then "the oilfield." Has been in construction for nine years, working for Templeton. Likes the Green Bay Packers. Best thing about his job: Steve says that he enjoys all aspects of his work and the people around him. Worst thing: "there are no worse things, it's all good." Drives a Harley. Currently, Steve is working on the YMCA Addition and the Kinney Franke Office Building.
Snake: Grew up in Lampasas, Texas. Went to TSTI to learn the electrical trade. Has been with Wesley Crow electric for twenty years. Travels throughout Texas to different jobs. Loves his work because every day brings something different. Likes working on the River Revitalization because its outdoors.
McCrae Construction: The McCrae family has been hard at work on the Concho river for a long time. L.B. McCrae (father) went into business for himself in 1964 and built the original fountains that line the river in 1983. Today, in our current 2012 River Revitalization project, these fountains are being "re-invented" by his sons. Mickey is the current owner of McCrae Construction and Randy McCrae is the Project Manager. Danny McCrae is the mason in the field (with his son-in-law Brandon and a nephew, Justin) interpreting the plans and doing some phenomenal work that transcends the drawings. Their work has been particularly inventive and creative. Danny says that the river project has been one of the best things he's worked on. He enjoys seeing the continuation of the family history in the masonry work at the fountains...and he loves being outdoors. The old and tired existing fountains look new and full of life. Here are some before and after photos:
Caleb: Grew up in a town near Waco, Texas. Graduated from Angelo State University and went to work for Reece Albert in 2000. Worked in the office for a few years, worked in the field for a few years and now manages projects around the state. Absolutely loves the river project because its outside...and because its different than anything Reece Albert (typically, they do road construction) has ever done. He says "there is a lot to learn here."
Rex: Born and raised in Cairo, Georgia. Worked for his dad in the construction industry before joining the Air Force, flying cargo planes all over the world. Moved to San Angelo where his wife's family lived in the early seventies. Rex has worked with Templeton for thirty two years doing all different types of work. Is working as Project Superintendent on the River Revitalization project and enjoys the variety of the work...and being outdoors. Also likes that there are fewer trades to coordinate.
Thomas: A native San Angeloan, Thomas was born into a family of craftsmen. He has worked for various companies through the years and is currently with MidTex of Midland, working as the Superintendent for our Glenmore Elementary School Addition and Renovation. Thomas is a master of the barbeque and has won several statewide competions for best in show. We can verify that he is indeed gifted with barbeque...among other talents!
- Monday, December 3, 2012 at 2:02PM
Our family lived in a large fifties “ranchburger” style house (see photo on right) ; It was a nice place to live and raise a family, in a lovely neighborhood, with large oak trees arcing over the roof. Problem was, after ten years, I had had enough. The lovely trees and yard could only be seen thru small divided lite windows and the ceilings were low. There was little connection to the outdoors. I was claustrophobic. Something had to go. Likely it was Middle Age catching up with me but I felt I needed light and air. I needed something.
In our established 1920’s era neighborhood were perhaps three lots that were clear and unbuilt. The most beautiful of these—by far—was on Sulphur Draw. It had a small creek running thru with trees lining the water’s edge. Old timers told stories of exploring this area in the thirties. Neighborhood kids had installed a rope swing in the deeper pool. It had the feel of being in the country. It was also considered unbuildable due to being in the flood plain.
Here is a photo of the site, pre-house, from Google Earth My wife and I had talked for years about moving out of the ranchburger, so she was on board. As an artist, she needed light and air also. We had been looking for years to find a different house in the same neighborhood—with no luck.
We made a list of For and Against the move to build a new house:
1. Being an architect reduced architectural fees considerably
2. Having engineers donate their services for “a good cause” helped the budget.
3. Having good relationships with subcontractors allowed us to get some really good pricing
4. Having good relationships with local contractors allowed us to accept certain valuable materials that would otherwise have been discarded in the landfill (ie: select fill from ditches). We needed a LOT of this to raise the house out of the flood plain.
5. Most importantly, we had/have a father in law who was/is a master builder…and who volunteered his time to build the house. He is retired which allowed him the freedom to really spend time at the construction site. Needless to say, this was invaluable and something that was crucial if we were to proceed. Neither my wife nor I had the time to babysit a construction site.
1. Lack of funds.
2. Wanting to do something that would really connect to the outdoors and the site required something we didn’t have: funds
3. Not enough money.
“For” won. In the end, no list was going to make the decision. What was money? This was emotional. My wife called the number on the For Sale sign of the flood plain lot and worked the owner down to $25,000. We were committed.
- Tuesday, May 31, 2011 at 3:13PM
What does it mean to be “sustainable” when you’re in the building business? Isn’t that an oxymoron? To build anything requires more “stuff” and energy. Architects are trained to make things and things require energy and materials. The most sustainable thing we could have done would have been to stay put in the ranchburger or renovate an existing house instead of building new.
Clearly, we didn’t do the most sustainable thing. But given that we were going to build we were committed to doing so with as little impact on the world as possible, as much as our budget would allow—not easy. Though I am LEED accredited, I didn’t have the time or desire to do paperwork so we opted to simply do everything we could, within our budget, to “build green.”
Some primary goals we worked towards:
1. We researched energy efficient ways of building the shell: earth blocks, insulated concrete forms, straw bales, and structural insulated panels. SIP’s won in the end due to the advertised ease of construction (not so, in our case) and because the factory is located two hours away (next door in West Texas).
2. An efficient, zoned, HVAC system.
3. Water saving features.
Some things we included in the house:
1. Across from our office (see photo at right), the two owners of a house built in 1901 were tearing it down themselves, board by board. I asked if we might buy the lumber. They were thrilled and so were we. As I type this, I look down at our longleaf pine floor boards from the house (originally the shiplap interior siding in the rooms) that date back to the time of Jefferson and Washington. I counted 223 rings on some of the boards—so I come up with 1779 as the date of the pine seedlings. The floor is beautiful, dense, and lustrous not like the quickly grown wide grain pine wood of today. Not to say there wasn’t work involved in the reclaiming. We planed and sawed and tongued and grooved. Overall, it ended up costing about $9/sf.—pretty good
Additionally, the soffits above our patios came from the floor of the old house. Glue from old carpet still stains them—we left all the “history” on them even though our workers begged to sand and finish them.
Finally, we bought all of the old studs from the house. They were straight as an arrow and hard as nails. All the lumber used in our house ended up being reclaimed.
2. We installed a white PVC roof (Durolast) that reflects the heat away in our desert like climate.
3. Installed a 10,000 gallon water cistern to catch rainwater off the roof. This feeds our large grass lawn that leads down to the creek. All other landscaping is xeriscaped.
4. We installed low water flow fixtures and used a continuous loop that circulates hot water to fixtures only when there is activity in the house. This has been one of the things we like most: no wasted water waiting for a shower.
5. Installed insulated Low-E glass with thermally broken window mullions.
6. We carefully positioned windows so that they rarely receive direct sunlight and so that, during the day, we rarely turn a light on.
7. Used a high SEER rated air to air heat pump, zoned. When the kids are at school, we turn their systems off. During temperate months, we try not to use the system at all, using natural ventilation and ceiling fans.
8. We tried to minimize trips to the dump by creating a dumping ground of our own for discarded building materials. Below the extensive fill used to create the slope up to the house we encouraged the tradesmen to dump scraps of lumber, stone, cmu, and other non-toxic materials. This was the PHOTO donated fill saved from the dump. The SIP panels, to their credit, had little waste due to their being built (to our design) in the factory.
9. Lastly, we reused a great old fifties globe chandelier that was pulled from a dumpster—it used to hang in the local Junior High School Library and was thrown away(!) during a renovation.
- Tuesday, May 31, 2011 at 3:11PM
What does it mean to “site” a building? Aren’t the “Builder” houses on the west side of town “sited?” Or the office buildings and strip centers along the street that lead to the west side of town? What does it mean to have a “dialogue” with the physical environment? That sounds very noble but it also sounds like academic “architectural-speak.” Genuine dialogue is hard enough between people.
Yet, during this project, it became more clear that it is crucial to “listen to a site” and the only way to have a successful building. And when I say site, my hunch is that Site is larger than merely the physical environment of land features and solar orientation. It includes more abstract things such as Client, Budget, Program, and the Cultural/Social/Geographical meaning of a place. Really, it is the thing that will help to create a PLACE—and places are where people want to be, isn't it?
Our site had the creek running thru, it had a small thicket along the creek, it was in the flood plain. The best view faced East, toward the creek, a good thing for this site because the West sun in West Texas can make you cry. For our small city, there is a fairly busy street along the south boundary. It seems the stars had aligned for placing the house facing the creek, towards the best view, and out of harm’s way (the sun!). The view was everything. If the house didn’t pay more attention to the view than itself, I believe it would be a failure. The entry and garage would be on the south where we would keep things simple with few windows to avoid a connection to the traffic of the street, as well as providing a buffer to the sun. The south side could help to shield the rest of the site and house from noise and unwanted onlookers.
-Tuesday, May 31, 2011 at 3:10PM
Now, as I type, the sun sets in the west and we reap the benefit of seeing light reflect off the pond towards the east. The trees are lit, it seems, from within and it makes me glad that we said “yes” way back when. This is a magical place or so it seems
Of course it came with a cost. Before we said yes, we tried to estimate what a house like this might cost. I drew plans and did my own cost estimate and then a local contractor friend did a separate estimate. His estimate was more than mine. And we chose to believe mine, fools that we were/are. Don’t we always want to believe the best about the situations that affect us? Surely it couldn’t be as bad as all that, right? Wrong. It ended up costing even more than my friend’s estimate. As I witness the light as it sets and lights up the creek, and as I feel the breeze winding its way thru the house (windows open), I wonder what that might have cost, but not really. It’s lovely.
- Tuesday, May 31, 2011 at 3:09PM
As mentioned, we went with SIP panels for different reasons. As advertised, the factory built panels (from approved shop drawings) would, in a sense, “snap” into place therefore greatly reducing labor costs. Not so. There was far less snap than anticipated. Mostly it was a struggle to teach our local crew how to put them together and it became a painful and slow process of watching the shell take form. Our guys knew stick-style framing but the panels were a different animal. If the foundation is off by a quarter inch, the panels must be shaved just so in order to fit. Running electrical thru the “pre-formed” conduit is not as easy as advertised, especially if there is anything unusual. I suppose that, for a simpler tract house, the panels would make a lot of sense. For us, I’m not sure we saved any money on the labor.
How have the panels performed? I was hoping they would end the hit that we take every month on energy bills. They lessened the pain but they certainly didn’t end it. Yet, I can’t say I’m disappointed because I don’t know what the bills might have been using other framing scenarios. We have large expanses of glass opening to the view which can’t help the situation. The bills are not nearly as high as our previous house (about $220 for electrical in August) but we don’t have the same square footage (now we have 2,400 sf vs. 3,200 sf previously). Maybe my expectations were unrealistic. Maybe, if we hook up the solar panels we wired for, it will assuage my pain—the solar panels we couldn’t afford to begin with.
Since the panels were made in the factory and hauled here on a truck, there was very little waste—a good thing.
I will say that it is very nice to be comfortable in 15 degree weather outside. The house is virtually airtight, it’s like living inside a Styrofoam beer cooler. There are no radiant qualities here…but it only takes a second to condition the house and it stays that way for awhile unless you open a window or door.
1. I would have spent more time researching “green” building systems. I don’t dislike the SIP panels we used but they didn’t save labor as advertised. They perform well now that we are in the house. But they certainly didn’t snap together—maybe they do snap for spec houses, where the systems are more standardized. Getting the electrical thru the “existing chases” was a challenge.
2. I would have spent more time trying to simplify the work process. Most everything that we built had to be skimcoated, painted, re-worked, finished, modified, coddled, or cut-to-fit. I’d like to do a house where, once an element is installed, that’s it, there’s nothing more to do: what you see is what you get and things actually do snap together. This would take more up-front time with the design and with shop drawings. It may be that I’m asking for too much, that the construction tolerances inherent in building will not accommodate such a vision…but if we’re not there yet, we’re getting close. Machining and manufacturing, aided by new technology such as BIM should be close to achieving this end. In a small town in West Texas, our local manufacturers are not yet there. Modern architects in the twenties dreamed of such an architecture (eg: “a machine for living”) but the dream turned out to be difficult to realize on a budget…are finally getting there?
3. I would simplify the electrical switching. We couldn’t afford to buy higher end automated lighting systems so we ended up with too many switches trying to do too many things. There are too many circuits and dimmers and knobs and plates and you have to remember what is what or you’re likely to hit four switches before you get what you want.
-Tuesday, May 31, 2011 at 3:06PM
The Bird house project continues. Here are all seven of our bird houses on display primed and ready to be painted. The bird houses are going to be set up at the back of our new offices, which is the old San Angelo bus station. We are going to paint the bird house in a monchromatic style with bright colors. We will have pictures up shorlty of the finished product
- Wednesday, March 16, 2011 at 1:45PM