Tuesday, November 19, 2024

Garden of Eden in Lucas, Kansas

The last side adventure on my trip to Denver was to the post rock region near Lucas, KS.
Early settlers used tall, quarried blocks of stone for fence post as trees were few and far between.
 Samuel P. Dinsmoor built his home using this stone. Later, he started adding concrete sculptures and called the place "Garden of Eden.  He was 64 when he started all this; I'm 63, so it gives me pause and makes me re-think my priorities.  Wouldn't it be fun to devote my last years on a large dream on my own property the way this guy did.

He built his house from the local limestone by quarrying out long beams and laying them up like a log cabin.  He also built the balcony and all the railings out of concrete.

Here, you can see that he used the dove-tail style of notching.  How did a guy, over 64 years old and 5'-2", handle all these heavy stones?  He must have built a derrick in the center of the house to lay them up.  Many are too heavy for a bunch of guys to have man-handled.

He also built a mausoleum for himself and his wife in a similar style.  He lies inside with a glass-topped coffin so that visitors can see him (he died in 1932... and yes, a little worse for wear...).

I paid for the tour and went inside.  This was his radio.

He made many of his own furnishings like this chess table...

...and this odd piece.

Outside, there are about 200 concrete sculptures all over the property, like this political commentary about Labor.

There's lots of religious references, too.

Not sure what this is...

...but I know what this is.

A lot of these sculptures had electric lights, so it would have had a visual impact after dark. This was in remote Kansas between 1904 and 1932, so electric lights would have been a new thing.


The main point that really came home to me was how he influenced so many people.  Being very eccentric seemed to free up everyone around him.  What this picture shows is a large installation of stone objects that a neighbor made.  There are "mountains" of stones that were collected all over the U.S as well as carved stone "houses" and replica buildings.

That influence has spread all over the tiny town of Lucas.  Here is a giant concrete roll of toilet paper that becomes the sidewalk to lead visitors to...

...an incredibly ornate public bathroom.

Another view.

There's more art everywhere in the town - and I mean EVERYWHERE!  ...and it all happened because one guy decided to be different. It was really inspiring to see that Samual Dinsmoor still has an effect almost 100 years later.   Art begets Art.  It needs a little push to get rolling, but once it gets started, there's no stopping it.  If it becomes ok to do something cool, it seems many people will join in. 

 

Brookville, Kansas and Mushroom Rock State Park

On the 2nd day of my trip to Denver, I took a detour off the freeway at Salina, KS and headed toward Mushroom Rock State Park.
On the way there, I passed through the small town of Brookville.  I started noticing these old stone barns.

Some of the old houses were also made from the dark brown sandstone....

...and more houses...

...and the biggest one...

I finally found the park down a couple gravel roads off the main road.

It's a 5 acre site with huge stone formations.  Otherworldly - but the windmill in the distance reminds me I'm still in Kansas...

This formation is crazy!

People have carved their names all over the base.  (...and one time, it'll be one too many...)

Beautiful ... like a petrified spaceship

Awesome!  (And these pictures don't do justice...)
 

Rock Bridge Memorial State Park

I was 1 of 4 finalist for a public art opportunity in the Denver Area (which I didn't get).  I was paid a small stipend to present my proposal in person.  So, I decided to make a small vacation out of the trip (as I hadn't been anywhere in a long time except maybe the grocery).
After an 8 hour drive west, I left the freeway at Columbia, Missouri and found Rock Bridge Park.  I took the first parking area and went for a 2 mile hike (which felt good after driving all day).  I was disappointed as there was nothing like the pictures that I'd seen on google.  It looked like some of the trails near my house in Yellowbank Wildlife Area.

I tried a 2nd parking area and met a group of young people (probably from the nearby U of M).  They showed me this map and pointed to the place I wanted to see.

This is called "Devil's Ice Box".

It's a portion of a collapsed cave with a shallow stream flowing through it.

There's a low stone dam at the top end of the cave.

This is the view looking back the way that I came.

There's a couple real short passages on either side in the center of the cave.

As I climbed over the dam, my eye was caught by the chisel mark patterns on the old stones.

This is the view from the other side.

As I headed back, I saw these stairs...

going up and up...

...until I was way up above the cave entrance.  It was an enjoyable experience - a fun place to explore (and free!).

 

Wednesday, November 6, 2024

Paul Allen Monument

Almost a year ago, a good friend passed away - a day before his 67th birthday.  Paul was a neighbor that I knew and hung out with since I was 16.  Paul was one of my very favorite people - and he helped me out when I needed it most.  I could go on and on...
This was the design that was finally chosen.  I'd been hoarding this 1,000 lb. block of GA white marble for 23 years.  Paul was with me at that quarry in January 1990 as part of a spur-of-the-moment road trip.

Here's the back side of the monument.  It was modeled after a 1956 (the year Paul was born) Harley Davidson Hydra Glide.  I took some artistic liberties like giving it "shovel" heads instead of "pan" heads - that was Paul's favorite (and was on the last bike that he had).

After I finished carving the marble we took it to get lettered.

Here is Meg's crane truck getting the lettered marble and the black granite base and vases from a Louisville monument company.

Finally, the day came to set the piece.  I'm always grateful for extra help.  More hands, more eyes - it's all good.

James Laslie (Paul's brother-in-law and closest friend) had poured the foundation.  Here he's helping me and Meg through the setting.

I pinned and epoxied everything - and it all came together, no problem.  Paul was laid to rest on the farm that he grew up on, at the end of Outlaw Lane - right across the road from where I lived as a teenager and where I had a studio between 1990 and 2001.

This is a small portion of the people who showed up for the setting.  Terry Carby, another close friend of Paul's, said a few words and Carla (Paul's sister) had a reception for everyone afterwards.

Someone added that final touch...

Carla snapped this shot of James and myself...  (doesn't need explaining).

Carla loaded us down with home-grown peppers out of her garden before we left.  I looked on Youtube for how to can 12 pints of pickled pepper rings (and froze the other half).  Probably a good skill to learn...