Despite Celia’s lack of a modernist sensibility, her appreciation of certain modernist works has increased with time.
Mies’s post office, though not at all functional, is swell when judged as a magical glass box, through which lights and colors are curiously mixed and changed. The objects it “contains” may actually be outside. Efficiency boils down to a beautiful mirage.
As for Calder’s famous Flamingo, Celia thinks it’s nonsense, though she does like seeing it on the brightest days, when the paint of it turns orange, and the sculpture itself looks curiously weightless and active. No matter how earthbound this massive bird, it does encourage the imagination to fly.