“Architecture aims at eternity.” Christopher Wren
It’s one am, the last night of a week in Cincinnati. I wasn’t sure I would ever come back after my father died nearly two decades ago, yet I have come here consciously as Woodie Garber’s daughter, searching for what remains of his legacy of modern architecture. I woke up from a dream of making a film of my father’s work. Architectural views of his buildings sequence by as if I’m sorting photographs. How will I put them in order? I hear my voice start to create a voice over. Then I’m wide awake, my mind is churning with architecture and stories from the week of discovery and research into my dad’s work. What wakes me up and unsettles me is seeing how little is surviving into the 21st century. The work of the most innovative cutting edge modernist in Cincinnati is disappearing at an astonishing rate due to the same forces of conservatism that he battled against to make sure his buildings were built. My compassion for my father grows with an increased understanding of the fight he had to maintain his entire career. I feel the life of many of his buildings are like patients left in the back hallway of an emergency room with the decision being made to ignore them until they decline past any help.