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Nikol Lohr has four schools in Kansas. They're located squarely, she says, "at the intersection of No and Where." Abandoned as a result of school consolidation in rural Kansas, the buildings went up for sale to the general public, and Lohr pounced at the opportunity to realize her childhood fantasy of living at school, officially making her the coolest person on Earth. When guests visit her in Harveyville (just west of Topeka), she often sends out a reminder that she has a gymnasium handy for anyone who wants to bring some roller skates. When they arrive, she houses them in the science room, where a comfy bed shares space with anatomical models.
Before buying the schoolhouses, which she hopes to turn into artists' retreats and workshops, Lohr lived in a regular house in Austin, Texas. And she isn't the only artist to make a move on abandoned institutions around these parts. I know four people who have moved into firehouses and two who have their own churches.
The idea of taking a building meant for public use and turning it into a live-and-work space isn't new. Susan Wiegand turned her Troost firehouse into an art studio years ago, transforming a row of firefighters' lockers into a hall of closets ideal storage for a garment maker like her. But lately, it seems less like an anomaly for artsy folks and more like a trend.
Why?
It's about historic preservation, fixing a building instead of letting it crumble. It's about having huge, open spaces to work on projects that require huge, open spaces. It's about cost. It's about living and working in a place that hasn't been identified as artistic and the freedom that fleeing the scene affords. It's what lofts were before anybody noticed them. When I told my insurance guy I was buying a firehouse, he said, "If it has a pole, I'm hanging up the phone right now."
Fire Station 28, at 60th Street and Troost, is now owned by Randy Wolf, a sound engineer. One of the first things he shows me is the cornerstone: "1911, Edgar C. Faris, ARCHITECT." Wolf has done his homework; a firehouse built in 1911 would have started operating right around the time when firetrucks replaced horse-drawn wagons. He can't be sure whether his new home was built to accommodate horses or trucks, but he plans to find out. He also knows about the architect. Faris was renowned for giving public buildings an international architectural flair. He built the structure that houses the City Market. (He also built Tom Pendergast's first house, near the Plaza but that's another story.)
Like Lohr, Wolf went looking for his unconventional house when he already had a perfectly livable home. This wasn't something he did because he was in a squeeze. It's something he did because he wanted to.
The building is in decent shape, but Wolf has his work cut out for him. He wants to restore the station to its former glory, bringing back as many of the original features as he can a front door big enough to let in a truck, for example while adding a few details of his own, such as a small stage in the living room. "I'm an audio engineer, so if I want to have a band over, I can." He's also installing an industrial kitchen, so he can serve food to 20 people at a time. "This is about music, food and people. Those are my hobbies," he says. "I'm not doing anything commercial. I'm not selling anything. I just wanted a place where I could really enjoy music."
Why a firehouse? "Music sounds better in big, open spaces. It's a psycho-acoustical fact."
Wolf wants to invite favorite bands to practice in his home, and he wants to serve everyone a heaping plate of fried chicken. He thought about buying a bigger house, then realized: "I don't want a bigger house. I want a screwed-up compound. I want to do some high-end shit."
This is his version of the American dream. He's doing all the building himself, using skills he learned growing up in Iowa, and when he's finished, it will be all his. "I'm single and 40," he says. "What the fuck else am I going to do? I have to have something to do other than work, and it has to be a sizable project, or it wouldn't be worth doing. This is what I've chosen for the next five years."
Russell Fergusson, the sculptor and Kansas City Art Institute professor, isn't quite ready to talk about what's in his church at 10th Street and Ferry in Kansas City, Kansas, or what he's doing there. He's still in the early stages of his mysterious project, but his plan for the Baptist church turned Buddhist institute turned artist's studio will become clear soon enough.
But what's the appeal of a church?
"It had what I thought were good lines," he begins. "It's not what you might be picturing. It doesn't have vaulted ceilings, and it has no pews. It's just a wide, open space."