I’ve been drawing odd towers for the last 35 or so years. Towers have a fascination. They elevate us above the common-place of the ground. From their tops, we can see the future. Their access should be challenging, a sequential journey of stages, pauses, and turns. A tower is the Mountain, the top of which is the sacred plateau, near the heavens, the destination of the journey, not the location of mechanical equipment. I’ve fantasized living on top of a grain silo, the tower of the plains. Such a combination of the practical and the noble. Of course, I drew the opposite as well – the stooped tower, where the top is lowered toward the ground in an almost kneeling gesture where the proud and sacred place is humbled by its proximity to the earth.