Clarendon Catharsis

In order to understand who we are, it is critical to acknowledge the echo of what has gone before. History speaks to me in many ways and, regardless of the space, I listen for its voices. Clarendon House spoke to my passions through objects of ostentation and the mauve savanna of the dining room. But the loudest voice was the landscape that dominated the mantel. It grounded me in the iconic vision of Glover, which accentuates the noble whispers of place and time, and how the land anchors us perpetually. Inside or outside, the landscape casts a giant shadow, and Glover’s is the biggest of all.