NICK
James A. Gresham, FAIA (1928–2014) wrote this essay about Nick Sakellar in 1995, during the fight to save Catalina High School from demolition. This essay was used with permission from Florence Gresham.
I did not work for Nick Sakellar very long—but he was the reason I came to Tucson. I worked for Scholer, Sakellar and Fuller for about six weeks in 1956, at which time Nick left the rm to start a new practice. A year or two later I again worked for Nick for a few months as a “loner” from another rm. De- spite this brief professional relationship, Nick’s talents and his strength of character became an abiding influence.
Never was anyone more committed to architecture. Nick had an unmatched passion for it. You could see it in his buildings and how he talked about architecture—he was very serious about it and practiced under an enormous moral imperative. He was of that unlucky generation that had survived both the depression and WWII. He was anything but intellectual. To Nick, architecture was an immensely honorable profession to which he was married—and you should not cheat on your wife. I don’t know one project which did not get his complete attention—and there were no potboilers. Usually, when architects move into a bigger practice, certain jobs get a short shrift. But not with Nick, he was professional to the core and accepted each project, no matter how small, as a gift from the lord.
I am not aware that Nick considered himself an artist, al- though most certainly he was one. He was a craftsman who was intensely proud of his ability to draw, design and man- age big projects. He was very holistic about architecture, and I don’t think he ever deluded himself into believing that architecture was an art form suitable for self-expression. A true craftsman searches for expressiveness, in the case of architecture it is, among others, the expressiveness of structure, material and shelter.
Nick was a hands-on designer—I don’t think he was really comfortable delegating design work. Since he was often in great demand, he found it necessary to depend upon design assistants. Bob Swaim, Jim Merry and Kirby Lockard were a few of those who, over the years, passed through his office. Nick’s design philosophy was entirely personal and not easy to communicate to others. His moral courage was matched by his design courage. He constantly took risks and pushed materials and structures to their limits. This led him, in mid-career, to design buildings with extremely massive beams and large cantilevers supporting dead level roofs.
Nick would never have admitted it, but he was a mannerist. His is an architecture of extreme expressiveness—and this is the reason his buildings are fascinating. He aggressive- ly pursued not only structural limits but also visual limits where building elements were stretched to the point of dis- tortion. Horizontal lines, such as canopies, were extended to the visual snapping point. Beams could not be made to appear more massive or more long. His rough wood ceil- ings could not be more rough. Combinations of materials, such as burned adobe and concrete, combined soft forms with hard forms in a splendidly expressive manner.
The result of all of this energy and intensity was an architecture which was especially appropriate to the desert, where extreme measures must be taken to obtain shelter and a sense of protection. Unlike much modern architecture, which functions only as a background, Nick’s buildings, especially the ones of the sixties and early seventies, are alive with tactile effects and poignant feeling. If Nick had practiced anyplace other than the Southwest, he would not have had the opportunity to develop an architecture so filled with conviction and intuition.
Nick was enormously proud of his large family, all raised in Tucson, and of his Greek heritage—I am certain he considered himself the worthy and proper descendant of the builders of the Parthenon! The sources of his courage and strength as an architect were to be found in both family and heritage. In this respect he was luckier than most of us. Although he treated all his colleagues as equals, which in most instances was not the case, he was, for many years, overlooked by his peers. He was very self-effacing and found self-promotion distasteful. Nick finally received a Fellowship in the AIA very late in life, while many lesser architects succeeded, and only after at least five futile attempts to be recognized. To my knowledge he never complained.
Today, I wish we could share Nick’s courage and optimism. Instead, we seem faced with cynicism and self-doubt for a profession increasingly eclipsed by competing values. Perhaps there was a certain innocence in how Nick viewed things, but his deeply felt convictions and beliefs were the manifestation of a genuine moral force which we now desperately need if the profession of architecture is to survive and prosper.