Maxfield Parrish, on the other hand, will always be in a world of eternal brightness. It's like he established a special relationship with some strange blue sun from another universe.
Light and architecture are always spoken of like a great mystery has been solved for all of humanity. Some of the great architectural achievements, from Joseph Paxton to Louis Kahn have been all about the manipulation of light and the wonder it can create for building occupants. I'm ambivalent about the subject. If you want true light, go outside and hope it isn't a cloudy day. I regard buildings as disruptors of light, and any manipulations by the architect are a poor substitute for the open sky. Maybe I'm more grumpy about this because it's winter. The house I grew up in had a bank of south facing windows that gave a view towards my mother's flower gardens (and for many years a rusty swing-set that served as an armature for bird feeders).
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