Sketching my mom of moms

"Mother Symbolically Redcaptured," by A.G. Rizzoli. (

“Mother Symbolically Recaptured,” by A.G. Rizzoli. (

Here’s the column I wrote in 2004 about the annual meeting in Providence of the American Society of Architectural Illustrators. I was going to write it mainly about the work of a sort of sketchy illustrator from San Francisco in the last century named A.G. Rizzoli. His work was discovered not too many years ago in a garage, and A.G. Rizzoli: Architect of Magnificent Visions was published in 1997. What a piece of work that guy must have been. He drew and drew, dedicating many of his illustrations to his mother.

My own dear mother, Mona Carolyn (Pascal) Brussat, died just before the conference I had hoped to attend, so when I finally wrote up the architectural illustrators, I dedicated the piece to my mom, with an assist from A.G. Rizzoli and America’s architectural renderers. I just got a Super 8 film transferred to disk and saw my mother and father moving for the first time in ages. What bliss! What memories! Bless them. Bless old movies.

So here is that column from Thursday, Nov. 4, 2004.

Sketching the mother of all moms

THE BUILDING ABOVE, festooned with statues of mothers by the score, is the work of A.G. Rizzoli, a draftsman who worked for an architecture firm in San Francisco. His most extraordinary drawings, from the late 1930s, were done not for his boss but for his mom. This one, drawn in 1937, is called “Mother Symbolically Recaptured.”

Last week, the American Society of Architectural Illustrators held its annual meeting in Providence. I had hoped to attend. A column chronicling the convention would have offered an opportunity to discuss Rizzoli, but it just did not occur to me. Rather, I had planned to focus on the poster art for the event, featuring a sketch of the Providence County Superior Court, drawn in 1927 by Chester B. Price for the firm of Jackson, Robertson and Adams.

H.P. Lovecraft, the late Providence writer of mystery tales, praised the courthouse design in a March 20, 1929, letter to The Sunday [Providence] Journal. But it included an annex (visible in the poster) across South Main Street that would have required demolishing a string of old warehouses called the Brick Row, on the Providence River. Lovecraft attacked that part of the plan. “Behind it,” he wrote, “lies the far broader class of city-planning ideals which it typifies, the eternal warfare, based on temperament and degree of sensitiveness to deep local currents of feeling, between those who cherish a landscape truly expressive of a town’s individuality, and those who demand the uniformly modern, commercially efficient and showily sumptuous at any cost.”

(Brick Row was torn down in 1929, but the annex was not built. The site is now Memorial Park.)

The idea of writing about Lovecraft’s letter, the poster of the courthouse, and the art of drawing buildings teased me terribly the week before the meeting of illustrators. But I missed the convention because my dear sweet mother died.

Mom is with Bill now. My father died in 1978 after a career that began as a city planner in Chicago, where I was born, and continued in Philadelphia and Washington. I was in no position to memorialize him in newsprint when he died, but in 1995, after the death of his friend Hugh Mields, also a planner, I wrote about them both (“Together again,” July 20, 1995). Did their careers as planners influence my career? Not that I could tell.

My mother’s career as a teacher and actor – the former after her career as a mother of three boys, the latter after she had lost my dad – is, if anything, even more elusive in its influence on mine. We lived in a modernist house once. Later, our more traditional house in Washington was decorated in a contemporary style lifted largely from a furniture store called Scan. Full disclosure: My environment at home was comfortable, stylish and decidedly attractive. But its impact on my later architectural  tastes was indeterminate at best.

DSCN4978My mother did instill in me a love for beauty. Just look at the picture of her helping me read.

Mom was a fantastic educator. Once, I was in her arms, exercising my vocabulary with a slang term for breasts. “No, David,” she said. “They are bosoms.” (This was the 1950s.) My foundation in the terminology of ornamentation was laid at an early age.

Last week, my brothers and I sat on the couch in my mother’s living room going through a batch of pictures Mom had extracted and put aside toward the beginning of her illness. They were pictures of her as a young woman. I was reminded of A.G. Rizzoli and his lovely buildings dedicated to his mom.

After a reclusive life, Rizzoli died in 1981. In 1990, hundreds of his drawings were discovered in his family’s garage. Many of the fantastical buildings were symbolic representations of people he knew – “transfigurations,” as he called them. Those published in A.G. Rizzoli: Architect of Magnificent Visions (Abrams, 1997) reveal a meticulous style that I’m pleased to see has not been totally abandoned by architectural illustrators.

On Tuesday, at the Sol Koffler Gallery, in the Rhode Island School of Design’s recently renovated building on Weybosset Street, I examined the winners of an illustration competition sponsored by the illustrators’ society. The exhibit reveals the impressive artistry gathered in Providence last week. The architectural illustrators are not to blame for the fact that so many buildings designed today are not worthy of their talent.

Rizzoli was devoted to his mother and to an idea that most architects rejected decades ago – that buildings do represent people. No, most buildings do not have bosoms, but the principles of classical architecture are rooted in the dimensions of the human body. Ornament is not merely the jewelry of architecture but its very essence, the expression of a building’s purpose, its aspirations and its place on the street but also in the heart and soul of society.

My mother, symbolically represented as a building, is a temple to love, beauty and truth.


About David Brussat

This blog was begun in 2009 as a feature of the Providence Journal, where I was on the editorial board and wrote a weekly column of architecture criticism for three decades. Architecture Here and There fights the style wars for classical architecture and against modern architecture, no holds barred. History Press asked me to write and in August 2017 published my first book, "Lost Providence." I am now writing my second book. My freelance writing on architecture and other topics addresses issues of design and culture locally and globally. I am a member of the board of the New England chapter of the Institute of Classical Architecture & Art, which bestowed an Arthur Ross Award on me in 2002. I work from Providence, R.I., where I live with my wife Victoria, my son Billy and our cat Gato. If you would like to employ my writing and editing to improve your work, please email me at my consultancy,, or call 401.351.0457. Testimonial: "Your work is so wonderful - you now enter my mind and write what I would have written." - Nikos Salingaros, mathematician at the University of Texas, architectural theorist and author of many books.
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2 Responses to Sketching my mom of moms

  1. BK says:

    Fantastic, David. I hope you’re able to publish the rest (and some more photos as well)!


    • Thanks, Bruce. I was able to publish the rest with a gargantuan effort of retyping. I also added the picture of my mother reading to me. I did not run any more of A.G. Rizzoli’s illustrations but they are readily available on Google. Glad you enjoyed the post.


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