Compared with the land, everything else
is an illusion. The cities are the startled
thoughts of sleep.
Alfred Caldwell
My first encounter with Alfred
Caldwell was in 1986, in the third
year studio of Crown Hall, the
school of architecture at Illinois
Institute of Technology (IIT). He sat
next to me and asked me, ‘What did
you come here to do?’ He meant
here and now in this school of
architecture, but his tone was
deeply challenging in such a way
that the question resonated much
further.
Caldwell was a self-made man,
practised in engineering, botany,
construction, planning and
landscape architecture; he had been
responsible for planning a number
of large parks in and around
Chicago and had served Mies van
der Rohe as his landscape architect.
In addition he was a builder, an
educator, a father and husband, a
writer, poet and visionary — an
unusual range of work, well
summarized in Dennis Domer's
Alfred Caldwell: The Life and Work of a
Prairie School Landscape Architect. In
our world, where the trend is for
specialization and distinction in a
narrow field, it seemed to me that
an integrated mind capable of such
breadth was really something
special. Caldwell inspired me; at 83
he epitomized the closest thing to
wisdom in a man.