After living 52 years in Los Angeles, I witnessed the interior of the Hollyhock House in Barnsdall Park. Frank Lloyd Wright built this artistic masterpiece. Left to ruin in the 1940’s it has been lovingly replicated to its original form. The craftsman wood populates each room and exposes a cozy warmth. Mr. Wright despised Europeans and refused to have any of their art populate the rooms. The Asian motif beautifully accents the living and dining room. The burnt green ceilings switch colors as the sunlight drifts. The docents passionately ramble about each artifact. I am besmirched by the magical aura that haunts the space. The view from Barnsdall Park awakens me from the dusty landscape that normally fill my corneas.