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SYLVIA LAVINFrom the first moment I saw your photographs of the Glass House, I was totally entranced. It was like seeing a friend after a make- over with a new haircut, a familiar visage suddenly looking better, refreshed, and as popular discourse is wont to put it, “different.” The trance was produced not just by the visually intoxicating quali-ties of the dense color field that suddenly landed in New Canaan, but by the quizzical nature of the architectural analysis implicit in the images. Unlike faces, which change often, not merely over a lifetime but every moment of every day, buildings are generally understood as more durable, persistent, and unchanging. To feel free to so radically update an architectural face, as you have done, is a liberty that could not have been imagined by someone more constrained by architectural habits. Particularly today, when mid-century houses are being restored to within an inch of their historical lives, I found your promiscuous transformation of this icon especially potent. So, to paraphrase Richard Hamilton’s title for a painting made a few years after the Glass House was completed, just what was it that made this home so different, so appealing, so intoxicating for you that you would become fixated on its image and in turn fixate me?

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JAMES WELLINGthanks! you were one of the first people to see these pictures in 2006, and your enthusiasm for them was a big boost to me in the beginning.

So why the Glass House?

i had a very indirect route to the glass house. in the early 1980s, i worked in the Department of architecture and Design at the museum of modern art, first as an art handler, then as a photogra-pher. i helped wrap the entire collection to move it out for the Cesar Pelli renovation. When arthur Drexler, director of the department, found out i was a photographer, he asked me shoot design objects, furniture, and drawings that were housed in the museum’s mies van der rohe archive. so i got to know the collection and the mies archive extremely well. from time to time, Philip Johnson would wander in and talk to Drexler. of course i knew who Johnson was, but since i wasn’t part of the architecture community, i had no reason to talk to him.

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23If I am understanding you correctly, you first came to look at Modern architecture through images, rather than through buildings.

yes. When i started working at moma, i was making abstract photo-graphs. But i was looking at lots of architectural photographs in the files and learning about architecture from the collection. a few years later, in 1986, i did a show at feature in Chicago, and made a pilgrimage out to mies’s iit campus. after working at moma, i was very, very interested in mies. a few years later, i did begin an architectural project, but not about mies. Probably in reaction to my time at moma, i made an extensive photographic survey of buildings by h. h. richardson. then, jumping forward eighteen years, in 2006 i did a show at Donald young in Chicago and made another pilgrimage, this time to see mies’s farnsworth house. When i saw it, i completely fell for it. i went back a month later and took photo-graphs. at the time, i was making multiple exposure photographs using six colored filters (red, green, blue, cyan, magenta, and yellow) and i photographed farnsworth this way. i showed these pictures to Jody Quon, the photo editor at New York Magazine, and she asked me to do something similar with Johnson’s glass house.

0469, 2009 This project, then, has a long history that can be said to begin at the Museum of Modern Art as you were packing up the Mies archive, putting shrink wrap and bubble wrap and other sorts of semi-transparent things around these objects. You were already producing a filtering system through which you would see these works. But while you started with the Farnsworth House, which is where it is often said that Johnson’s Glass House began, the Mies having been for decades understood as the original from which Johnson made a copy, you ultimately ended up with the Glass House as your subject. How do you explain the shift?

you approach the farnsworth house through the woods. it’s com-pletely magical to arrive at this glowing, transparent house that you’ve glimpsed through the trees, with a big travertine deck, the beautiful stairs, and the incredible interior. i remember taking a slew of pictures at farnsworth because it was just so beautiful sitting there in this green landscape. i didn’t want to leave it. at the time, i thought that it was a perfect building in the landscape. three months later, i visited the glass house. for some reason, i never bothered to look at photographs of the glass house before

24 i got there. i thought of it as a very conceptual house; i knew it was just a glass box. When you first see the glass house, it looks almost crude. there’s no beautiful deck as there is at farnsworth. the glass house, which is much bigger than it appears, sits directly on a brick base on the earth. and right behind you, as you look at the glass house from the classic viewpoint, is the Brick house, a completely windowless facade that stands like a brutal, impen-etrable structure in contrast to the glass house. as i worked on the property, i began to appreciate the simplicity and brutality of these two buildings, and became hooked on the glass house over the sophistication of farnsworth. as i have been thinking about the glass house recently, i see it as a lens sitting in the landscape animating or activating all the other buildings on the property. you always look back to the glass house from wherever you’re standing.

Your ultimate preference for the Glass House is strikingly in keeping with the postmodernist pleasure in the copy rather than admiration for the original. Not only do you seem to understand the Glass House as a kind of reproduction of the Farnsworth House, you also seem to get close to describing it as a photographic reproduction in particular,

as a lens that produces a potentially infinite series of images. In your analysis, the Glass House becomes a proleptic James Welling or James Welling becomes a retroactive manifesto for the Glass House. In this scenario, the Farnsworth House is not a digression, rather it is embedded in a productively critical reading of the Glass House, which is why I’m so interested in hearing you describe the difference between them.

Well, i came to the glass house via farnsworth, but i quickly saw the glass house as a complex of structures. farnsworth is a single pavilion. the glass house starts out as a pair of buildings, and these multiply into over a dozen structures over time. still, the glass house is always the focus when you are in the other buildings.

The Farnsworth House entered the cultural imaginary as a perfect object, so perfect that it could not withstand human habitation. Edith Farnsworth, the woman who commissioned Mies to design it for her, was never comfortable in the house. She found herself to be a kind of smudge on its perfection. The Glass House, on the other hand, has until recently been thought of as somehow lacking. But I wonder if this very imperfection is what invites you to intervene.

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27yes, there’s something a little off about the glass house, and that’s what is fascinating about it.

One of the things that is “off” about the Glass House is that it is both a copy of the Farnsworth House, the design of which long predated Johnson’s, and also an original, since it was completed as a build-ing before Farnsworth. This strange doubleness upsets our typical assumptions about how the culture of the copy works. Generally, we think of the copy as an image that has a loose, if not arbitrary, relation to some original object, and this notion, on the one hand, is certainly present in your photographs. On the other hand, your photographs are profoundly indexical. Your process emphasizes the directness of the images, both in terms of the lack of Photoshop postproduction work and in terms of the primacy of the way it records the experience of taking the pictures, the event of the shoot, as it were.

this “doubleness” is something that has long interested me. in the aluminum foil photographs of the 1980s, you have straight- forward representations of foil and very metaphoric images.

You focus on the Glass House and the Lake Pavilion, but what about the other buildings?

in my initial visit, i spent two days making conventional pictures of all the dozen or so buildings on the property. on the third day, the only thing that interested me was the glass house, and i began to photograph it with colored filters. on my next visit a month later, i discovered the 1962 lake Pavilion, which now interests me almost as much as the glass house. it’s such a strange, ghostly structure. a friend of mine called it an “unfinished mausoleum.” the other buildings—the Painting gallery, the sculpture gallery, the library/study, Da monsta—were conventional and did not yield much photographically.

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28 What does that mean? What is an object that doesn’t yield any- thing photographically?

the views i gravitate toward are views through buildings. i want to look through the arches of the Pavilion, i want to look through the panes of glass, i needed those passages.

So certain elements work more like a Claude glass than others?

right. i am repeating the history of the Claude glass by putting colored filters in front of my lens. the house and the lake Pavilion allow me to filter the view by organizing it into a picture.

Yes, I suppose it makes the landscape into a picture.

the Claude glass frames it and simplifies the color.

So let’s move from the house as subject to your photographs. If the first obvious question to ask of this body of work is why the Glass House, then the second obvious question is why color?

as an artist, i always take the particular skills i’ve developed for the previous project into the next one. When i went to farnsworth, i was thinking about color from a previous project, Hexachromes (2005). i was very interested in making visible trichromaticity, in demonstrating how we see with red, green, and blue receptors in our eyes. i teach a seminar on color, and i like to emphasize this foun-dational idea of trichromatic vision. and it’s an intense problem in photography. very few people make work about it, because it’s built into the nature of the photographic emulsion and it’s nearly impossible to separate it out. so i was working on how to do some-thing where i would see trichromatic filtering in both human vision, and in photographic practice. i made a group of color photographs using multiple exposures as shadows moved across succulent plants to create brilliant color. When i got to the glass house, it was a spectacular october day, but there was no air movement to give me the moving shadows i used in Hexachromes. i quickly rethought the project and decided to put the multiple colored filters in front of the lens, not sequentially as before, but overlapping.

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my camera is mounted on a tripod, and i have a couple of dozen small square filters that i cut from large cinema gels. i hold them in front of the lens. it’s extremely simple and spontaneous. i’ll take many exposures and work through groups of filters.

Since they are not made in postproduction, these images are actually what you saw through the camera lens at any one moment, is that correct?

yes. i look through the viewfinder and then i shoot to my laptop so i can see it a moment later on the screen.

The images themselves are so clean and quasi-modernist, but the process seems full of jerry-rigging, bricolage rather than design, more Bruce Goff than Mies. You’re not entirely sure of what you’re going to get until you’ve taken it?

right. But i keep experimenting, putting different things in front of the lens.

But you’re transforming or reinventing or expanding the actual photographic apparatus.

i tried putting a matte box in front of the camera to hold the filters more professionally, but the results are more exciting when i am holding the filters in my hand.

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the filters are more random when i hold them in my hand; they’re almost in motion. i work with up to twenty different combinations for each view. so it is a bricolage effect, as you say. in 8067 (2008), i had a red filter and a piece of glass at an angle, which acts like a mirror so i can see what’s behind me. and in 5912 (2008), where i placed a piece of glass at a 45-degree angle below the lens, i brought the sun, which was behind my back, into the picture. in 8046 (2008), i had a piece of clear glass at a 45-degree angle pointing down. in other pictures, i used a diffraction grating, which is a filter that breaks light into the spectrum. in these pictures, you can see a horizontal blurring.

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If you look at the images as a series, you have increased the amount of visual interference you allow to enter the pictures over time.

the pictures became more complicated and layered as i visited the glass house. in 4559 (2007), i piled up all sorts of clear plastic and diffraction gratings in front of the lens. actually, there are a few pictures in which i made Photoshop interventions. the negative pictures are of course inverted in Photoshop. and there are a few other pictures that have two images stacked on top of each other to improve image clarity. the reason that i print straight from the camera most of the time is that i’m getting all that i need when i take the picture in terms of color filtration and saturation using the filters.

Is that like a first principle, do you think?

no, not at all. initially i tried to just take a straight color photograph and add the color in Photoshop. this didn’t work. the color never looked as vibrant as what i got at the glass house using filters. maybe you told me this? you never forget visiting the glass house. so when i’m there, i am keenly aware that just being there is an event. the filters in a strange way amplify and double that “being there.” they intensify the act that takes place during the camera exposure. When i tried adding color using a color enlarger in the darkroom, the pictures were completely uninteresting. they looked like photographs with gels over them, rather than the intense events that these pictures became.

Do you think this emphasis on the event-hood of the photograph, its live-ness, is intrinsic to all your work as a photographer, or is this emphasis something that was solicited by the Glass House as photographic subject in particular?

the quick answer is that the process is unique to the glass house. i invented it there and i don’t really plan to use it anywhere else.

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34 So you invented a process that emerges from your understanding of this house in particular as a kind of camera.

yes.

We were discussing that the house was never properly lived in. It was not a house to live in, in the sense that sleeping, for example, generally happened elsewhere. But it was, and still is, a house to be seen, to be seen in, to be disseminated through images, photo-graphs, texts, and TV. When Johnson wrote about the house, he described the design as a montage of various historic precedents, like the picturesque landscape, which was not only composed of framed views of the landscape, but was also a producer of the his-tory of architecture in which visitors found Gothic ruins, or Roman temples, or Turkish tents here and there as they promenaded around. The Glass House, too, provides a pictorial understanding of the history of architecture and of the building’s place in that history. Johnson’s Glass House formulates itself as belonging to that history of apparatus-like glass houses, from Chareau’s Maison de Verre to Le Corbusier’s Beistegui apartment, which understand architecture less as providing places to live and more as the struc-ture through which we view the world.

the glass house is a 360-degree panorama. it frames the view for you. even at night, with the trees illuminated and the lights inside very dim, you have a nocturnal panorama. in my frontal views, i line up both doorways. i survey the house to find the precise spot to create these perfectly symmetrical frontal views.

But your view of this viewing-machine is less machinic than these historic examples, and more affective. This seems strongly expressed through the dominance of color. Rather than pretend to see more clearly, the pictures are overwhelmed by the artifice of the color. For example, in this image 6075 (2008), the change in color from top to bottom is completely independent of the image. In other words, it would have been easy to change the color of the sky, or the building, or the grass, but your color changes are autonomous from the for-mal or compositional logic of the setting.

i was holding a purple filter halfway up the picture and i had an orange filter sitting on top of it. then behind both of these filters, i placed the diffraction grating. so the camera was looking through two different layers.

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i am totally interested in arbitrary colors.

We keep coming back to the idea of the double, the thing that is both copy and original, image and producer of images, the live event and the memory, a theme which is symptomatically expressed in the series of photographs that are “diptychs,” that is, one image divided into two color zones. But the most extreme manifestation of doubling—and of the ease and even pleasure you take in the oxymo-ron—is the way the photographs combine evidence of the presence of the actual object and of your experience during the moment of taking the picture with artificial colors (the manipulated and manipu-lating apparatus) in complete disobedience of the formal logic of the house in the landscape. The effect is to produce for the viewer an almost unthinkable and incredibly intense experience of the inauthentic. From the point of view of the history of painting, it’s as though you had used the camera to merge the painterly atmospheres of Turner with the analytic precision of Poussin, providing the viewer

with the intellectual and affective effects of the colorists as well as the sharp acumen of those who believed in the supremacy of content.

that’s a great description of the project. it’s about the primacy of experience, and i double the experience by adding colors and reflections. so, to answer the question “couldn’t you do all this in Photoshop?”—the answer is no. i could not see what is behind me or experience the intense color i added. so the pictures are a charged experience of standing at the glass house.

But what you produce is more intense than the image that the house produces alone. Just looking at the house, and particularly looking at it through conventional architectural photography, seems banal— if not boring—in comparison with looking at your photographs. So your images, which record an actual experience or seek to convey the force of authentic experience, provide more intensity than the real view. It’s a fantastic irony that the reproduction of the experi-ence is more concentrated than actually being there, right?

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i was amazed at the experience of being there: not just the experi-ence of the house and the guest house, but the incredible landscape and all the other buildings. the glass house frames a landscape that has been completely handcrafted.

We’ve talked about the genealogy of this project, both in terms of the history of painting and the history of architecture, but where does it go with respect to the future of photography?

i have no idea where these images are going to take me. they are the result of fifteen years of thinking about the camera and about color. for me, photography that is based on a camera model, that is, a model dependent on the laws of perspective produced by a lens, has become less compelling than photography based on the idea of sensitized surfaces, shadows, impressions, layers, and the whole idea of layering. so these ideas of mine about a non-camera-based

photography, or a photography where the lens isn’t the only player, coalesce in the Glass House photographs. it seems that i’ve found this perfect mid-century moment in architecture on which i’m able to perform my experiments. give or take a few years, the glass house is my age.

Well, it’s more than a product of your biography, because this work participates in and belongs to a broader spectrum of research. If Philip Johnson was striving for the lightness of visual experience, as it existed in the 1950s, your work produces instead a super dense visual experience. And this density of visual sensation is closer to the things that interest architects today than architects at mid- century. I would argue that you belong to a formidable — and contemporary — family of artists and architects who are interested in thickening visual experience.

the confluence that you describe, this density, is one of the implica-tions of the so-called digital revolution. that is, with digital means you can detach certain parts of technology that were previously completely stuck together. Working with inkjet printers revolutionizes

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You also have to have the appetite to do what the technology permits, and there certainly seems to be an appetite for more color. Your reproduction of Johnson contains more color than his world; his reproduction of Mies can be said to have contained more color, more texture, and more animation than Mies. The shift from white steel to brick was as radical a change as the shift from the perpendicular to the diagonal in De Stijl. You have described 1949 as a kind of “easy” year, but it was also a really complicated year. This was not only the moment in which Modernism as defined by the likes of Clement Greenberg was achieving hegemony, but also the moment when the totality and exclusiveness of that view of modernity initiated its own demise. Johnson’s brick pressed

irregularity into the very ground of Modernism’s perfection, and hence must be seen as the beginning of the critique of utopia. And once you have irregular bricks sitting on the damp ground, you are just a few historical moments from the creeping up of smells, and the rise of temperature, and the hue of color, and before you know it, rather than hygenic perfection, utopia has been transformed into a sensorially filled environment. Your work belongs to and is helping create this environment; it also belongs to an intellectual climate in which critical intelligence rather than sentimentality of experience is the central force. Speaking of experience, did you go to the Brick House and take off all your clothes the way Andy Warhol did?

oh, no. it was being restored all the times i was there.

Were you there when Philip Johnson was still alive?

no, i first went to the house about twenty months after he died. But James, his dog, is alive. and James still runs the property. it’s a dog’s house.

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I. A LENS IN thE LANdScApEAmong the countless reflections and refractions that layer the often impenetrable photographs in James Welling’s Glass House (2006–09), one figure is conspicuously absent: James Welling. The glass panes that once revealed or reflected the visages and silhouettes of Philip Johnson, the house’s architect, and Andy Warhol, one its frequent guests, refuse—seemingly in defiance of the laws of optics—to yield the reflection of their most recent and multifarious chronicle. Welling’s 0696 (2006), among the earliest images in the series, is a fully frontal photograph taken from the far side of the house looking back toward the Brick House and the street. The most proximate glass wall reflects the trunks, branches, autumnal leaves, and sky behind Welling, but the photog-rapher himself vanishes. One may expect to find Welling in 5912 (2008). Yet he is cloaked in a bright reflection (or prismatic refrac-tion) that radiates not from the Glass House, but from a transparent pane interposed between the structure and the camera. If we catch a glimpse of him, crouching behind his tripod, in the Glass House’s door within a door in 0467 (2009), it is merely the set-up for his eventual disappearance in 8167 (2009). In the antiquated and recently voguish language of magicians, 0467 is the pledge or the

set-up: Welling’s silhouette is clearly visible within a completely transparent structure. 6075 (2008) is the turn: with the click of a camera, he suddenly vanishes. But the real trick arrives only at the conclusion or the prestige: the photographer reappears not in but as the Glass House. “A lens in the landscape” is how Welling described Johnson’s glass box, but he might as well have been speaking of himself. Welling can afford to occlude his own image because the Glass House serves as his double. As Johnson learned from his mentor and collaborator Mies van der Rohe:

The multiple reflections on the 18’ pieces of plate glass, which seem superimposed on the view through the house, help give the glass a type of solidity; a direct Miesian aim which he expressed twenty-five years ago: “I discovered by working with actual glass models that the important thing is the play of reflections and not the effect of light and shadow as in ordinary buildings.” 1

Johnson chose these words to accompany the most captivat-ing photograph in his pathbreaking essay of 1950 detailing the influences on his new home. The photograph of the north end of the

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65west wall depicts Johnson reading at his desk. More importantly, the giant pane of glass absorbs the entire landscape and sweeping trees onto its reflective surface—what Johnson irreverently referred to as “very expensive wallpaper.” Welling’s photographs are no latter-day rehearsal of Mies’s thesis or Johnson’s 1950 article. Welling does not merely document the reflections and refractions endlessly engendered by the Glass House. Rather, he creates his own reflections by photographing through a range of colored filters, clear or fogged plastics, pieces of clear, uneven, or tinted glass, and a diffraction filter that breaks light into spectra. These filters point to the panes of glass that constitute Johnson’s house as well as to the photographic lenses that mount Welling’s many cameras. Welling’s photographs multiply the “lens in the landscape” that is the Glass House by a factor of three: the house, the filters, and the camera itself. Welling’s visage need not appear in the reflective surfaces of the Glass House. The reflections and refractions of his many filters occupy the Glass House from within.

II. ModErNISM WIth A SENSE of hIStorYModern architecture began as a multifaceted movement—at once utopian and banausic—aimed at the creation of a new society through new forms and new technologies. As a rule, the word “style” was assiduously avoided during the movement’s rise in Europe in the 1920s. Modern architecture fancied itself not a style, but a con-stellation of convictions: truth to materials (in particular, glass, steel, and reinforced concrete) and the logic of construction, pleasure linked to purpose, and architecture as a social palliative, if not pana-cea. The transformation of Modern architecture from a movement to a style was repeatedly punctuated by the words and deeds of Philip Johnson. The first such moment arrived in 1932, when, as the young founding curator of architecture at the Museum of Modern Art, Johnson helped introduce American audiences to what he— and Henry-Russell Hitchcock—dubbed the International Style. (The insistence on capitalization appears to have been that of founding MoMA director Alfred Barr.) Whatever the adjective—Johnson and Hitchcock also availed themselves of “contemporary” and “current”—the modified noun was invariably “style.” The ramifications of this turn to style were drawn early on. As Johnson later reminisced about the publication that accompanied the exhibition: “One of the points

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67that the book made was a key one—that the Modern movement was a ‘style’ similar to Gothic or Baroque, and it was that point which caused the objections from practicing architects.” 2

The second moment was less descriptive than demonstrative. MoMA’s International Style exhibition (1932) was the work of a young curator, critic, and historian. Johnson would wait nearly a decade to return to Harvard to earn an architecture degree and begin to put his words into architectural practice. His first major statement— a pair of houses on his own five-acre plot of land in New Canaan, Connecticut—distilled Mies’s brand of Modernism now unburdened by social or monetary constraints, bureaucratic hurdles or recalci-trant clients. The result—completed in 1949 after three years of design work—was at once the summa and end of Modern architec-ture. Glass House—coupled with the Brick House—was the reductio ad perfectum of the materials from which Modern architecture had sprung. This culmination, however, was also a capitulation to the evolution of style. Henceforth, for Johnson, the Modern move-ment was a “style” like any other. As he expanded his New Canaan estate, he would repeatedly raid the history of architecture— a history in which he was exceptionally well versed—for inspiration.

And if the Modern movement was singled out at all, it was primarily for a lethal dose of derision couched as architectural whimsy. The first major architectural addition to Johnson’s estate—and the only other structure to receive serious photographic attention by Welling—was the pavilion erected in 1962 in an artificial lake surveyed from above by the Glass House. Designed to free him from the shackles of Modernism, Johnson’s Lake Pavilion was made of concrete—the most significant Modern material absent from the Glass House—but it unabashedly revived Classical forms. As if this sacrilegious combination were not bad enough, the structure’s notoriety derived primarily from its scale. Although it is impossible to discern when the pavilion is viewed from the Glass House or in Welling’s photographs, it is rendered in three-quarter scale (its ostensible inspiration, the dwarves’ quarters in the Renaissance ducal palace of Mantua), such that an adult must crouch down to navigate its densely pillared platforms. Johnson described the structure as a “folly,” and accompanied by the artificial lake and its soaring fountain, it helped marginalize him from “serious” architects on college campuses during the 1960s and early 1970s.Critical interest was revived in the late 1970s, as postmodernists

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69belatedly recognized Johnson’s practice as an essential—if ques-tionable—break with Modernism. By 1984, when he crowned his 647-foot-tall AT&T building with a neo-Georgian pediment (more immediately identifiable as oversized Chippendale furniture), Johnson had become the public face of a reactionary postmodernism. This heady, conflicted, postmodernist cauldron was the precise milieu that greeted Welling, a young graduate of California Institute of the Arts, when he first exhibited in New York in the early 1980s. And it served as the backdrop against which Welling would define his own postmodernist project as “something like redoing Modernism, but with a sense of history.” 3

The phrase is something of a contradiction in terms. Early twentieth-century avant-gardes declared an absolute rupture with the past. F. T. Marinetti spoke for many avant-garde artists when in 1909 he exclaimed: “Do you, then, wish to waste all your best pow-ers in this eternal and futile worship of the past, from which you emerge fatally exhausted, shrunken, beaten down?” 4 Modernism meant the negation of the past, an annihilation of history. How could one hope to redo Modernism, but with a sense of history?

Johnson’s Glass House—the structure and the estate—can be seen as one attempt to answer this question. The Glass House embodies a Modernism born not of necessity, ideology, or func- tionality, but rather of exhibitions, books—in a word: history. Where Modernists fancied themselves creators ex nihilo, Johnson’s 1950 essay on the Glass House eagerly cited source after source, from the Acropolis and Karl Friedrich Schinkel to Le Corbusier and Mies. Johnson turned his estate into something of a personal museum, or in his words, the “diary of an eccentric architect.” In a 1970 TIME Magazine article entitled “The Duke of Xanadu at Home,” art critic Robert Hughes emphasized that, “most of all, in Johnson’s view, people need a sense of history.” 5 Welling’s recent return to the Glass House—no longer occupied by Johnson, but instead operated by the National Trust for Historic Preservation—is a historical revisitation of Modernism with a sense of history. But rather than spiral into a metahistory of Modernism and its historicization, Welling’s photographs provide glimpses of another Modernism, one occluded by the house’s trans-parent panes. Rather than Modernism as a historical style, à la Johnson, Welling’s photographs imbue Modern architecture with a sense of history, one which its own ahistorical tenets forced it to deny.

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III. froM trANSpArENcY to rAdIANcE, or, ModErNISM IN rEVErSEA traditional Modernist genealogy of the Glass House follows the bread crumbs left by Mies in his Farnsworth House (1945–51), through Pierre Chareau’s Maison de Verre (1928–32), all the way back to Joseph Paxton’s Crystal Palace (1851). One might add Walter Gropius’s Dessau Bauhaus (1925–26) or the Galérie des machines (1889) and the other great glass and iron constructions clustered around world exhibitions in the late nineteenth century. The story remains the same. The maxim is light, air, openness—in a word, transparency. But that narrative—the narrative of Modern architecture, where the beauty and function of industrial design is judiciously, if belatedly, adopted by architectural pioneers—proves myopic and amnesiac. The 1914 Werkbund exhibition in Cologne, for example, is widely understood to be a watershed moment in the history of Modern architecture. But in “the Modern Movement’s view of its own history,” as Reyner Banham pegged the writings of Sigfried Giedion, the Werkbund exhibition triumphs because of the transpar-ent glass curtain wall and glass staircase erected by Gropius and Adolf Meyer as a development of their work on the Fagus shoe fac-tory (1911–13). Equally important, however, was Bruno Taut’s pavilion

for the glass manufacturing industry, inspired by and dedicated to the fantastical novelist and glass architecture evangelist Paul Scheerbart. This temporary structure—famously named the Glass House—incorporated glass brick construction, colored glass mosaic walls, colored glass plates laid into the concrete exterior, and was crowned by a prismatic, multicolored glass dome. Couplets by Scheerbart decorated the narrow architrave beneath the dome, which in turn answered Scheerbart’s dictat, issued in the most important glass manifesto to date, Glass Architecture (1914), which he dedicated to Taut: “Not more light!—‘more colored light!’ must be the watchword.” 6 This direct repudiation of Goethe’s famous last words could also have been directed at Gropius and the Modern emphasis on transparency that would soon overtake the multicol-ored Expressionism advocated by Scheerbart and Taut. At the surface, Welling’s photographs restore color to the center of the avant-garde preoccupation with glass: refraction instead of transparency, prisms in lieu of plates, Romantic radiance in place of scientific enlightenment, spectral dispersion rather than unified clarity, crystals not glass. 0775 (2006) dispenses an artificial rainbow across Mies’s famous Barcelona chairs and couch,

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72 the reflective surface of the glass and steel coffee table, the white carpet, and the grass that surrounds the Glass House. 9818 (2009) forgoes any naturalistic associations and superimposes upon the Glass House a flayed pyramid of yellow, red, and violet facets. At its apex, a yellow solar oculus—as if marking the cultic site of an ancient sun god—pierces the clouds and is mirrored, at the bottom center, by one end of a prismatic spectrum that splits sunlight into its constituent visible lengths. Even as the top right corner retains the naturalistic coloring of contemporary digital photography, the Glass House is converted from a transparent box into a lustrous crystal, and from a minimalist articulation of materials and construction to a maximalist expression of colored light.

IV. tINtEd photoGrAphSAs a young artist, Welling worked in the Department of Architecture and Design at MoMA, first as an art handler, and eventually as a photographer. In the late 1980s, he began to photograph the buildings of H. H. Richardson, a late nineteenth-century architect. Uncanny architecture figures prominently into his Los Angeles nightscapes (1976–78). But Welling is not, by training or habit, an architectural photographer. Rather, he takes his measure from the history of photography, its subjects and genres, technologies and techniques. Early twentieth-century artists believed fervently in their own radical originality. This legerdemain—whereby all precedents and predecessors magically disappeared—was the foun-dational act of the avant-garde. Welling’s Modernism with a sense of history is, at least in part, the continued exploration of medium and technology, form and signification, without the pretense of creation ex nihilo. More than Modernism with a sense of modesty, Welling’s insistence on history allows him to extract meaning from the histori-cal embeddedness of media, forms, genres, and technologies, all the way down the line. In Glass House, Welling not only takes on the history of Modern architecture, but also grapples more powerfully, if less directly, with

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74 the history of photography. Glass House grew out of a previous project, Hexachromes (2005), which developed from the trichromatic basis of human vision and color photography. In the Hexachromes, a single photograph is composed of multiple exposures with up to six filters; subtle movements induced by wind and furtive shadows that move across the visual field create delicate variations that appear in striking, colorful contrast. The Hexachromes defamiliarize the color photographic processes that we readily accept as all too natural. Color photography, like most media technologies, can be deployed across a range of applications. At one pole are techniques of verisimilitude: colors that approximate the images we expect to see with our own eyes. Invariably, these familiar applications produce an excess or the potential for excess, for example, supersaturated colors more vivid than anything experienced in everyday life. This excess is often packaged as spectacle—think of the Technicolor landscapes of The Wizard of Oz, where there is little “natural” color in the yellow brick road or the ruby slippers. The Hexachromes succeed by forcing these two poles—verisimilitude and spectacle—into open and dynamic tension.

Glass House functions differently. Here, the claims to natu-ralistic color are few. 0806 (2006) creates the impression of a sunset perhaps only moderately enhanced so as to rival the fire-balls of great Westerns. 0818 (2006) offers green trees, yellow sun, and blue skies. But these colors seem positively cartoonish com-pared to the “unfiltered” red bricks, green grass, and brown leaves at the bottom of the image. Where the Hexachromes take on the

“naturalness” of color photography, Glass House wrestles with its artificiality, its conventionality. Glass House revels in color for color’s sake, spectacle rather than verisimilitude. The addition of colored filters opens the door of the Glass House to the history of spectacular color—not only in architecture, but in photography and film as well. In the same moment that Bruno Taut and members of the Crystal Chain envisioned architecture as a lustrous cathedral, a polyphonic symphony of color, filmmakers worldwide worked to remedy the lack of color film stock through various postproduction tinting and toning processes. The results were never consistent, but certain conventions predominated: yellow or brown tinting for indoors and out, red for fire, and most fascinating of all, blue for nighttime or darkness. Limited photosensitivity required that all

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exterior is initiated by the glass walls and their foliage reflections, but it is enhanced by the uniform yellow that levels the color palettes of bedroom dressers and forest canopy. Rather than anchor our faith in naturalistic color, the hint of blue at the top right forces us to question the motivation of every speck of color: are we looking at blue sky or merely sky blue? For the blue of 5500 (2008) most certainly is not the blue of the sky. Claims to the bluish hue of moonlight are betrayed by pierc-ing rays of sunlight (not dissimilar to the strong shadows of much day-for-night shooting, also known as la nuit américaine). But the most spectacular attractions are reserved for images like 6109 (2008), where a blue filter and positive-negative reversal create an uncanny forest of white trees, incandescent rocks, and black skies straight out of the haunted woodlands of F. W. Murnau’s inaugural vampire film Nosferatu: A Symphony of Horror (1922). Naturalism is shown the door in favor of fantasy as Bauhaus transparency gives way to Expressionist terror. If “The Glass House” were the title of a horror flick, 6109 could be its movie poster. Many of the photographs in Glass House—the better part of the Lake Pavilion images, for instance—exhibit colors that adhere

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79neither to the dicta of naturalism, nor to any media conventions. But, in the works addressed above, color is neither wholly unmoored from its subject, nor firmly secured to its referents. Between these two poles—what semioticians might call arbitrary and motivated signs—lies history. At various historical moments, certain colors carry specific significations and specific physical properties—each of which can appear mutable and transient, but not infinitely so. Contemporary equivalents of early twentieth-century filmic tinting can be found in color renderings of Hubble Space Telescope photo-graphs taken outside the visible spectrum, or to choose an example closer to Welling’s own practice, magnetic resonance and other medical imaging technologies. Where early film stock captured an impoverished part of the electromagnetic spectrum, visual data now arrives from parts of the spectrum well outside visible light. In either case, however, the application of color is neither completely arbitrary nor wholly motivated. Color’s ambivalent hold on reality is revealed by Welling through a firm grip on history.

V. MuLtI-coLorEd GLASS houSEThe positive-negative reversal employed in 6109 is among the few digital manipulations in a series constituted exclusively by digital photographs printed with inkjet printers. Welling’s intervention—and in this regard he is swimming against the tide of art and commercial photographic practices—lies almost exclusively in the manipulation of that which lies before the camera. And yet unlike fashion or film shoots, or a certain branch of contemporary photographic art, Welling does not reconfigure his photographic subject: he does not dress up the Glass House to look younger or older, add or eliminate trees to accentuate the vistas, nor rearrange Mies’s furniture in a sly overture toward an historical episode; all this was done by Johnson himself or by the National Trust for Historic Preservation. Welling’s intervention lies neither in postproduction, nor, properly speaking, in mis-en-scène. Instead, his intervention resides primarily in the manipulation of that which mediates between the subject and the photosensitive receptors: light. And this insistence on the manipulation of light through colored filters inextricably links Welling’s photographs to the ultimate photographic glass house: the nineteenth-century portrait studio.

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rural site. In either case, northern exposure was preferred and sophisticated systems of shades and scrims were installed to avoid direct sunlight. Yellow or green—let alone orange or red—glass was strongly discouraged, as these colors would only lengthen what were already uncomfortably long sittings. Conversely, a fad emerged among early photographic studios to tint the atelier glass cobalt blue, as photographic plates were known to be more sensitive to the blue end of the spectrum. (Naturally, the total amount of actinic light was diminished by this effort and the practice was eventually abandoned. For a time, however, and this is the crucial point, professional photographic portrait studios were recognizable as multicolored glass houses. These glass houses manipulated neither subject nor image (though this was de rigueur at any portrait studio worthy of the name), but rather that which mediated between the two: once again, light. Welling transforms Johnson’s Glass House into its nineteenth-century photographic forbear—a conversion made all the easier given the architect’s sophisticated system of scrims and shades, as evident in 5237 (2008). Functionally, of course, a complete and perfect inversion has taken place. Rather than construct a colored glass house to make black-and-white photographs, Welling mobilizes

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82 a transparent glass house to create multicolored photographs. The inversion is also a form of externalization. In the nineteenth century, photography was overwhelmingly an art of the darkroom. For example, wet collodion plates, as the name suggests, lost their sensitivity when dry. Photography out in the field, therefore, necessitated a portable darkroom—usually a more or less elaborate tent, though extended photographic journeys were often accompanied by a horse drawn photographic wagon. Roland Barthes’ late twentieth-century insistence on the chemical—rather than optical—foundation of photography would have met resounding approval among nineteenth-century amateurs and professionals. With the popularization of Kodak cameras at the end of the century, “you press a button, we do the rest”, mainstream photographic processing shifted from amateur, artisanal practice to specialized, industrial product. But the processing site—as Tacita Dean’s recent film Kodak (2006) makes clear—consequently became even more specialized. Digital photography has largely, though not entirely, put an end to photochemistry and the sites of photo-processing. Dean’s 16mm film is an elegy. Tellingly, not film but brown paper runs through the Kodak plant during her shoot.

Welling prints the Glass House photographs directly from his camera using inkjet printers. Safety lights, developers, and actinic rays have been excised; the sites of photographic processing have been elided. Or rather, they have been externalized. Welling transforms the Glass House—that paragon of cool, transparent Modernism—into a nineteenth-century photographic studio with its clear or blue glass house and its red, yellow, orange, or green darkroom. The colored filters are all that remain of the highly choreo-graphed production of nineteenth-century photographs, but they suffice. Dean’s film is a nostalgic, if blunt, ode to a dying practice. Her film is shot and projected in 16mm in order to accentuate the preciousness of the loss. Unlike Dean’s Kodak, or Philip Johnson’s Glass House, Welling’s photographs are neither nostalgic nor preservationist. Quite the contrary. They take a Modernism widely considered monolithic and embalmed, and breathe into it the com-plexity and contradiction that marked its most salient moments. That breath is color. The watchword is Modernism with a sense of history. Welling understandably views the Glass House as a metaphoric lens in the landscape, but in his hands, it speaks even more profoundly as a literal, multicolored glass house.

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VI. ANtI-procESSIoNAL VIdEoGrAphYIn his commentary on Philip Johnson’s 1965 essay “Whence and Whither: The Processional Element in Architecture,” as it was repub-lished in Phillip Johnson Writings in 1979, Robert A. M. Stern wrote:

The false lure of photography is a theme Johnson returns to from time to time. Much as he admires the very cool, super-real photography of Ezra Stoller (he used to say that no building of his was “official” until it had been “Stollerized”), he, like his colleague, Henry-Russell Hitchcock, is critical of those who judge buildings from photographs, and, like Hitchcock, he almost never comments on a building he has not seen at firsthand, that is, experienced “processionally.” 7

Processional architecture, according to Johnson, is a game of hide and reveal; an unfolding not only in space, but also in time; anticipation and revelation, arrivals and departures. As he expanded the New Canaan property, Johnson moved the driveway. But the final approach to the Glass House retained its essential quality: never head on, the diagonal advance provides a perspective revealing the depth of the building. Inspired by Auguste Choisy’s turn-of-the-century analysis of the Acropolis, wherein the orientation of the Propylaea in relation to the Parthenon ensures that visitors

immediately perceive three corners of the temple and thus conceive it in its full depth, Johnson did the Acropolis one better. Speeding their way along the wooded road, visitors first fully apprehend the Glass House on foot, just to the left of the perspective adopted in 0865 (2009). In addition to the most proximate corner and the two corners to either side, namely, the three corners also visible in the Parthenon, a visitor can peer through the structure and see—rather than merely conceive—the fourth corner as well. It is as if Johnson provides the visitor with x-ray vision or presents a building and its blueprints simultaneously. And yet no single view—not even the omnibus view first presented—constitutes the processional aspect Johnson demanded. “Architecture exists only in time,” 8 he exclaimed. Instantaneous photography and architecture are forever at odds. But what about a series of photographs? What about a film or video? Like Johnson, the great Soviet film director Sergei Eisenstein builds on Choisy’s analysis. Eisenstein asks us to look at Choisy’s text with the eye of a filmmaker: “[I]t is hard to imagine a montage sequence for an architectural ensemble more subtly composed, shot by shot, than the one which our legs create by walking among the buildings of the Acropolis.” 9 Might Welling’s series of photographs

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89and two videos of the Glass House estate comprise the processional aspect demanded by Johnson? As Welling has readily admitted, “One of the problems I have with the house as a piece of architecture is that, although it is symmetrical and the front is the same as the back, I work with very few views of it. I use a frontal view primarily (because you can see through the house), and occasionally I can get something out of a diagonal view.” 10 Welling gives the viewer almost nothing by way of hide and reveal, approaches or departures. If anything, he actively negates the processional aspects embedded in the landscape surrounding the Glass House. However one describes the photographs (Cubism, Orphism, Expressionism all seem approximations, at best), they are resolutely frontal, even when shot at an angle. The intervening filters and prisms—coupled with the natural reflections of the Glass House—create facet planes that flatten the visual field, often leaving one stranded at the surface. This is the source of their tendency to impenetrability. The choice to abandon the processional is telling. Modern housing projects—affordable, uniform, prefabricated housing

for the masses—unfold according to their own processional logic. As Sigfried Giedion described the houses in Le Corbusier’s 1920s workers’ settlement in Pessac, near Bordeaux: “Still photography does not capture them clearly. One would have to accompany the eye as it moves: only film can make the new architecture intelligi-ble!” 11 The industrially produced and disseminated mass-medium of film had a unique purchase on industrially fabricated and propagated housing for the masses. Johnson’s processional architecture is of an entirely different nature. At the Glass House estate, picturesque vistas, hide and reveal pathways, private studies, galleries for paintings and sculp-tures, whimsical pavilions, and an imposing entrance gate all speak to the individual or a small entourage. The masses can visit the Acropolis and they did. Pessac still houses workers. The Glass House estate, however, was built as a private retreat; contemporary tour groups remain intimate. The Glass House is an elite affair and always was. Processional architecture, as developed at the Glass House estate, is akin to that of eighteenth-century English baronial man-sions. The “Duke of Xanadu” is not quite specific enough a moniker.

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processional stroll. Every time the Glass House should appear, it is blocked by the pavilion’s concrete pillars or the glare of the blinding sunlight. Without a human in the picture, there is no way to detect the three-quarter scale of Johnson’s architectural “folly.” Rather, the open yet claustrophobic space leaves its mark in the videography, which is more groping than sweeping, suspended uncomfortably between blindness and sudden visibility. In Welling’s hands, the Lake Pavilion becomes illegible archi-tecture, rendered abstract by the camera angles, bleached out by the sun’s vigor and the camera’s debility, and colored by filters that selectively confuse the pavilion, the landscape, and the lake, as well as the surface of the water, the sheen of the filter, and the refractions of the camera lens. The ultimate resolution—a slow pan up the hillside revealing the Glass House in all its majesty—is so perfect as to be utterly unsatisfying. A parody of happy endings, the video loops back to the beginning and into the unhurried whirl of the unintelligible pavilion. Rather than Eisenstein, Welling channels Stan Brakhage. Brakhage in the age of YouTube. Welling rejects the revolutionary processions of the proletariat and the processional

92 ramble of patricians. His is a quieter revolution. Annette Michelson came close to naming it forty years ago in a passage that could just as well have described Welling (past and present):

Within the structure of our culture, ten-year-olds are now filming 8mm serials … in their own backyards. This, perhaps is the single most interesting fact about cinema. Given the new accessibility of the medium, anything can happen. Astruc’s dream of the camera as fountain pen is transcended, the camera becomes a toy, and the element of play is restored to cinematic enterprise. … Here, I do believe, lies the excitement of cinema’s future, its ultimate radical potential. 13

Welling’s videos are utterly individualistic, but also strangely democratic, or at the very least, populist—backyard video, if backyards had not been colonized by Hollywood and reality TV. Lake Pavilion and Sun Pavilion may not go viral, but they success-fully inhabit Modern architecture from within, and in so doing, turn it against itself, invoking Modernism—with a sense of history.

0966, 20061   Philip Johnson, “House at New Canaan, Con-necticut” (1950). Reprinted in David Whitney and Jeffrey Kipnis, Philip Johnson: The Glass House (New York: Pantheon Books, 1993), 13.

2   Philip Johnson, foreword to Henry-Russell Hitchcock and Philip Johnson, The International Style (New York: W. W. Norton, 1995), 16.

3 James Welling, “80’s Then: James Welling Talks to Jan Tumlir,” Artforum (April 2003): 255.

4  Filippo Tommaso Marinetti, “The Founding and Manifesto of Futurism 1909,” Futurist Manifestos, ed. Umbro Apollonio (Boston: MFA Publications, 2001), 23.

5 Robert Hughes, “The Duke of Xanadu at Home” (1970). Reprinted in Whitney and Kipnis, Philip Johnson: The Glass House, 56.

6 Paul Scheerbart, Glass Architecture, ed. Dennis Sharp, trans. James Palmes (New York: Praeger, 1972), 72.

7  Robert A. M. Stern on Philip Johnson’s “Whence and Whither: The Processional Element in Architecture” (1965). Reprinted in Whitney and Kipnis, Philip Johnson: The Glass House, 28.

8 Philip Johnson, “Whence and Whither: The Processional Element in Architecture” (1965). Reprinted in Whitney and Kipnis, Philip Johnson: The Glass House, 28.

9 Sergei Eisenstein, “Montage and Architecture,” in Sergei M. Eisenstein Selected Works, vol. 2: Towards a Theory of Montage, ed. Michael Glenny and Richard Taylor, trans. Michael Glenny (London: BFI and Bloomington: Indiana University Press, 1991), 60.

10  Unpublished statement by James Welling, March 2010.

11 Sigfried Giedion, Building in France, Building in Iron, Building in Ferroconcrete, trans. J. Duncan Berry (Santa Monica, CA: Getty Center for the History of Art and the Humanities, 1995), 176.

12  Lake Pavilion (2009), 6:15 minutes, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RjlFdd-OP8M

Sun Pavilion (2010), 4:30 minutes, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tow6eqr-ik

13  Annette Michelson, “Film and the Radical Aspiration” (1966). Reprinted in The Film Culture Reader, ed. P. Adams Sitney (New York: Praeger, 1970), 421.

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954580, 2007 I extend my sincere thanks to Jody Quon at New York Magazine for first challenging me to photograph the Glass House differently; to everyone at the Glass House, Irene Allen, Susan Sayre Batton, Dorothy Dunn, Meri Erikson, Amy Grabowski, Christy MacLear, Martin Skrelunas, and Brendan Tobin, thank you so much for making my experience in New Canaan productive and enjoyable; to my studio team, Valerie Green, Lisa Ohlweiler, John Sisley, J. R. Valenzuela, and Farley Ziegler, thank you for everything you do to make my photographs possible; to Karen McHugh and Niki Mustain at Samy’s Camera, and to my framer Russ Roberts at Art Services Melrose, thank you so very much for your help in printing, mounting, and framing the photographs.

To the galleries and exhibition spaces that showed Glass House, my deepest thanks: Galerie Nächst St. Stephan/Rosemarie Schwarzwälder, Elisabeth Madlener, Cornelia Offergeld, Erika Plattner, and Rosemarie Schwarzwälder; Galerie Nelson-Freeman, Cécile Barrault, Peter Freeman, and Luise Kaunert; Wako Works of Art, Renna Okubo, and Kiyoshi Wako; Regen Projects, Jennifer Loh and Shaun Caley Regen; David Zwirner, Justine Durrett,

Julia Joern, Hanna Schouwink, and David Zwirner; Donald Young Gallery, Stevie Greco, Emily Le Tourneau, and Donald Young; Minneapolis Institute of Arts, DeAnn Dankowski, Laura DeBiaso, Kaywin Feldman, David E. Little, and Jennifer Starbright; Maureen Paley, Susanna Chisholm, Oliver Evans, and Maureen Paley.

To Sylvia Lavin and to Noam Elcott, my continuing thanks for your enthusiasm and your knowledge. For this beautiful book, my heartfelt thanks to Alice Rose George for bringing me to Damiani; to Andrea Albertini and Enrico Costanza at Damiani Editore for your expertise in printing and publishing Glass House; to Lorraine Wild and Victor Hu my profound thanks for designing Glass House; to Denise Bratton for your intelligent care with the texts; and to Tony Manzella and Rusty Sena for your inspired work on the color separations.

Finally, to Jane Weinstock, as ever, I thank you for your vision.

James WellingGlass House

© Damiani 2010© Photographs, James Welling© Texts, Noam Elcott, Sylvia Lavin

EditorDenise Bratton

Graphic DesignLorraine Wild and Victor HuGreen Dragon Office, Los Angeles

Color SeparationsEchelon, Venice, CA

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