“We even have a feeling about a rock, about anything.” – Donald Judd
Obsessive? Maybe not, even for an evasive interviewee such as Judd
Like function, landscape design is much about the relationship between mass and void. Below are views of the same median I designed for vehicular speeds, though it also works for pedestrians and cyclists to a degree.
The plants are grown in, showing the relationships between boulders, plants, and gravel mulch. The boulders and plants are mass (positive space). The gaps using mulch are called voids. (negative space)
Together in a landscape, that’s considered legibility.
The relationship of mass and void begins with the designer and their plan. Moving plants on a plan is easier than in the field.
Years earlier, young 5 gallon plants were placed by the contractor helped by the owner’s representative 3 or 4 feet away from boulders per plan, further apart than above. That enabled those plants to grow properly in relation to each other and the boulders.
More than not, project owners and contractors don’t get that. Plants that appear on the plan against a boulder are placed too close, ignoring the plan’s scale and growth.
Nature often inspires good placement. Even if no person placed all this.
That’s in Picacho Arroyo, near the above streetscape. Remember the Donald Judd quote?
Also, was Judd being too controlling wanting his works to be installed specifically for their space, or even to create spaces for his works?
Onto another streetscape vignette in the same development…
There are plant and boulder masses with crushed gravel voids, like the other median.
But with differently-shaped boulders that couldn’t be predicted months earlier on a plan, the contractor and owner did a good job of retaining the plans’ spirit and spacing between once-younger and smaller plants and boulders.
The aboveparties also set the boulders to look real yet deliberate.
Everything matured graciously.
I agree with Donald Judd’s quote starting this post: a rock, anything!
I’ve admired many landscape designs along the freeways and arterial streets in Arizona’s two largest cities for decades.
A critical mass in their horticultural community gets sense, place, and designing for traffic speeds. Photos from 12/22/19:
This is the first time I exited onto West St. Mary’s Road. Always informative and fun, colleague and friend Scott Calhoun suggested meeting at a parked food truck for lunch.
Since I arrived early and Scott was riding from afar, I had extra time. Burger King was good for a free parking space, so I walked the rest of the way.
ADOT designed some attractive concrete accents at the bridges.
There’s no shortage of cyclists in Tucson. One cyclist on a mountain bike…
Desert Willow / Chilopsis linearis above a mass of Beargrass / Nolina microcarpa makes a pleasing vignette while waiting for the light to change. Both are seriously bulletproof species in a wide part of the southwest.
And the other cyclist on a road bike…
I’ll work back to how I exited I-10. Room for plants to mature.
Regarding a request to see more Las Cruces pics on my blog, which I’ve shown many, I replied, “I have more to post on Arizona because there is more good arid-region design and plantsmanship in a few blocks of Tucson or Phoenix than in a mile of Las Cruces and El Paso or 2-3 miles of Albuquerque.”
These huge, almost trailing gray shrubs are…Texas Ranger / Leucophyllum spp. During the monsoon season, I’m sure many locals or visitors are very impressed.
They are spaced well for rhythm, as are their masses for structure. No need to design 3 times as many plants for immediate effect, only to later remove half or more. Or shear into muffins, cylinders, boxes, …
Occasional accents were tucked in, but one must be stopped to appreciate them. Or rolling the dice by walking along the right shoulder, protected only by a curb.
A minor detail, but some different massing of plants away from the yuccas, then placement of the occasional yucca further from those masses, especially from the drivers’ direction, would have shown off the planting better.
A few Texas Olive / Cordia boissierii were used, but those were off to the right side and not too visible.
It’s time to walk back, to join my cyclist / plant nerd friend for some lonche.
This ocotillo had a hard night, yet it’s still trying to hang on by blooming.
Now, I’m stumped…
The color combos work, but I’m stumped at the tallish Dasylirion mass in front of the interesting design motif at the corner.
The plants appear to protect the artistry from taggers, yet they block a large portion of it from view.
I’m standing taking this, so that’s not far off the height of a typical pickup truck or SUV driver. Though perhaps the art is more visible from a Bubba Truck height?
No matter it’s still very appealing.
An inlet shows where passive water harvesting was employed, to allow storm water from the street to soak into the median plantings.
Both of us showed up for lunch for one of the best tortas I’ve had. And we’re wearing short sleeves in late December!
What a great time! It started with a hike and ended with a drive, and there were more than a few stops. There’s usually landscape inspiration if you know what to look for.
Photos from Feb. 14-15, 2020:
I shared one of my 3-times-weekly hikes with Gayle: a few national monument trails behind the neighborhood. Soft, gentle sand in the arroyos, firmly packed desert pavement on level areas, and slight elevation gains between the arroyos and my car.
In late winter, one can see the legibility found in good design. Green vs. dormant, negative space vs. mass, and flowers-optional.
Always a surprise. Flowers on this old cactus clump this summer!
A quick link from Kevin in Sweden on how creosote bush isn’t poisonous to many species including cacti or grasses, a common misconception in my state, perpetuated by range science courses and those who believe deserts are just dry holes in some vast grassland.
Countless examples occur around the Chihuahuan Desert.
It’s an easier, more fulfilling choice to learn from such examples of companion plants, than to be a contrarian.
A few hours later, the serene hike then chaotic El Paso driving are far behind. The annual Valentine in Valentine event must require a 4 pm arrival to get the secret code, so we checked out something I drive by almost every trip to that area.
Pictures were taken but were not needed at that event.
Since this faux boutique’s commissioners are ignoring their original mission – something like ‘decay back to the earth from which adobe is made’ – I choose to return its name to the place it’s actually near, 1 mile away. Prada Valentine!
After another 40 minutes on the road and no deer carnage, it’s Marfa! Even a coffee roaster has a mini gallery in their lobby to enjoy some artists’ works.
That was followed by a refreshing Ranch Water drink from the Capri, a block away. The Capri stop was about the best experience in their town this trip: hospitality, atmosphere, or patronage.
But we were on the way to a serene room in another town, Alpine. It’s larger yet more like a small town.
It was even more welcoming than that photo implies. Seriously deep sleep in southwestern comfort, only to shower, dress, and walk out into this light and scene!
A good coyote fence / step railing detail to employ some day
Who tires of native plants when bold specimens are not just regional but local natives? Only those without their desert eyes on.
I’ve learned that July 2013 in downtown Alpine was a “month of murals”, including these below showing their sense-of-place.
Wild west serenity
Now, we’re back in Marfa by daylight, when one can see it.
That after the usual start following my last visit a year earlier. “What happened to that restaurant?”, or “they were open as of 2 days ago on Instagram, so what’s with the ‘for sale’ sign?”, or …
Gayle and I found an OK breakfast where I’ve had great lunches other times. Then, a few blocks away to join our breakfast burritos, excellent coffees were had from a refreshingly quiet Frama.
Chinati! Here one can see and be inspired more each visit. It’s a special place and always great to escape all the vibe-seeking from trendy visitors that much of Marfa has become.
Gladly, the opposite personalities are also found, if one knows where to look.
Pre-Covid-19 by a month, there are still so few people.
Unfinished projects, too
For now, interior photos from several buildings are posted…I’ll probably delete these. Deleted!
Walking towards other works… Judd’s 100 Works in Mill Aluminum are different each visit. In the light of thickening cloud cover, it’s subdued into almost black and white.
Just don’t use “sculpture”, or “minimalist” or “reductive” art to describe his works. Judd didn’t like such terms for his specific objects.
From the enclosed to the expansive, Judd’s 15 Works in Concrete
Waves, repetition…get it? That’s only the start. I don’t know how many times I’ve seen these works, always with a mindset that’s open to learning more.
That distant row of trees has me pondering what species were there before being choked out by volunteers of that invasive non-native Siberian elm. They line the arroyo that soon joins in with Alamito Creek.
It reminds me of similar areas on the great plains, especially where those lower into the prairies east of the famous 100 degree meridian. Those have elm, hackberry, walnut, cottonwood, and even some redbud.
No clue what once grew here
Before the 4 hour drive back to Las Cruces, we walked the area just beyond the Presidio County Courthouse for glimpses of the iconic water tower and some of their architectural entropy.
Marfa has even more examples of entropy than where I live.
Plus, well-tended properties
Hopes for the present and future
Earlier and then later in the day, this spot always shines. The row planting of Desert Candle / Dasylirion leiophyllum by Chinati’s Chamberlain building proves that mass and abstraction with a space is powerful.
As opposed to, “Who needs so many plants of one species. I mean twenty?” – nameless and without her desert eyes on.
In line with the above quote, our attempt to catch a good, pre-return drive meal and drink failed miserably. Photos for that are unnecessary to post, too.
The drive back including the seemingly endless sunset were too good to photograph!