creative bric-a-brac arranging Photograph by Sotero Bernal
creative bric-a-brac arranging Photo: Sotero Bernal

“The Art of Seeing” by Michael Milton

God is at home; it is we who have gone out for a walk. ~ Meister Eckhart

There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort. ~ Jane Austen

I have lived in the same apartment since 1983 and that fact alone represents a sort of minor miracle; the national average for the number of times an American will move in their life is 11.4 times.
Our home is tremendously important to me.  It is a repository of memories, a sort of 4-walled palimpsest; fancy sounding language, I know–and this from a guy who had, quite literally, a futon and a bar of soap in his first Park Slope studio.  Now, walking from room to room and simply looking calms, reassures and cheers me.

I am sometimes teased by friends for being a trifle fussy.  Where exactly I fall on the Fussy Scale, I cant say.  That I derive a kind of guilty pleasure out of swirling and re-swirling the various cashmere and wool throws draped on furniture throughout the apartment or from re-arranging bric-a-brac from table to ledge and back again ought to be some sort of clue to evaluators of such data.

a throw "swirled" Photograph by sotero Bernal
a throw “swirled” Photograph by Sotero Bernal

Curiously, I have not always given particular credence to my living space.  The apartment building I live in is an historic brick and limestone edifice built in the lively Beaux-Arts- Meets-Wedding-Cake style popular at the turn of the last century.  When I inherited this apartment, I was living on a strict actor/writer/waiter/student budget and not particularly focused on reviving this space in any meaningful way–other than adding books to my concrete block and wood plank shelving.

Things change, of course.  Of that, we are always certain.  My space became our space; un-certain freelancing became a 25 year long career with a theatrical production company.  And with a very little bit more discretionary income, the look of the apartment began to evolve.  That doesnt mean Im above the occasional Ikea purchase.  And I still cant resist a sale at Home Goods (or is that a redundancy?)  Plus, we still sometimes troll the neighborhood streets on trash day with an eye out for appealing rejects from other peoples renovations.

I am willing to admit that I can become a bit controlling once something has captured my imagination, a conclusion many I know would enthusiastically agree with.  And, as more effort has been poured into these 1100 square feet–efforts addressing water stained 12 foot high ceilings, crumbling walls, neglected moldings, the sun warped wainscoting lining the curved tower dining area and time worn oak floors (who the hell knew a floor sander had such a strong will of its own???) the more controlling of the space I have become.

Gargoyle from 19th century NYC teardown Photograph by Sotero Bernal
Gargoyle from 19th century NYC teardown. I am linked to the past by way of our elaborate brass door knobs and plates, once covered with a centurys worth of paint, now stripped down to their original glory; and by the stained glass formerly housed in an 18th century Philadelphian church; by the carved wooden cornice supportsonce part of a mantel in a townhouse on the Upper West Side of Manhattannow sit atop a bookshelf.  And in the fireplace sits a stone gargoyle,  part of a frieze from a long gone office building downtown. I recently read, “A house is a home when it shelters the body and comforts the soul.” Photo: Sotero BernalI

I dont, for example, simply make the bed each morning;  I create it, with sharp sheet corners, bi-weekly changed linens, seasonally switched out comforters and artfully arranged decorative pillows and a perfectly swirled cashmere and wool throw.

(Yes, I hear myself!)

18th century "found" stained glass plu another "swirl" Photograph by Sotero Bernal
18th century “found” stained glass plus another “swirl” Photo: Sotero Bernal

I am convinced I am from a different era altogether and the fact that my building was constructed in 1904 allows me to sink even further into that delusion.  I am bothered by many things which serve as reminders of the era I really DO inhabit.  My dear friend Laurie felt misplaced in time, as well, and sought to obscure reminders of the present dayitems like the plastic dish soap dispenser on her sinkby knitting woolen cozies to cover them.

Honestly, I havent done that…yet.

But I am a stickler on many things; lighting, for instance.  Sotero and our friends are of the It cant be bright enough school of modernistic thinking and wattage output.  I prefer being reminded of a time illuminated by flickering candles and quivering gas jets.  All switches here are on dimmers and I am always perplexed by my guests refusal to squint the way I do when reading in albeit dim though evocative sort of incandescence I adore.

entertainment center...after! Photograph by Sotero Bernal
entertainment center before! Photo: Sotero Bernal

And exposed wires!  Our fairly elaborate entertainment center came, necessarily, with a goodly number of wires and cords.  Were it up to Sotero, we would be forced to look at that messy tangle while watching the latest episode of THE GOOD WIFE.  Actually, only I would be staring at the wires.  Hence, an elaborate organization of books, pottery and tchotchkes to disguise the unfortunate truth that electricity is needed to power our 65 inch television.

entertainment center, after! Photograph by Sotero Bernal
entertainment center after! Photo: Sotero Bernal

I am linked to the past by way of our elaborate brass door knobs and plates, once covered with a centurys worth of paint, now stripped down to their original glory; and by the stained glass formerly housed in an 18th century Philadelphian church; by the carved wooden cornice supportsonce part of a mantel in a townhouse on the Upper West Side of Manhattannow sit atop a bookshelf.  And in the fireplace sits a stone gargoyle,  part of a frieze from a long gone office building downtown.

I recently read, A house is a home when it shelters the body and comforts the soul.

I believe those words with all my heart.  Embrace and enliven your home; but maybe try to avoid the whole swirling of the throws thing.  Its harder than it seems.

Really.

Michael Milton

Michael Milton worked as an Associate Producer with Marty Richards, Sam Crothers and Robert Fryer at The Producer Circle Co. in New York City for over twenty years. Broadway: THE LIFE (2 Tony Awards),...

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