Farewell, Caro Maestro Tip Scott

“In the House of the Poet There is No Tears” – Carlo Scarpa

Tip Scott & I in Indiana c. 1995

One of my oldest and certainly dearest friend Tip Scott passed away suddenly. We met in architecture school in 1982 in Cincinnati and worked together on numerous projects (until 2009 when I retired). We discussed many things over the years. The material from our conversations formed the basis of my award winning master’s thesis.

He was a true intellectual in the vein of Umberto Eco and Jorge Luis Borges- both of which he introduced me to through their writings. He was also an award winning architect who always remembered the small details.

He was known as Uncle Tip by my children Adrienne Rovere & Anthony Rovere whom he loved as his own. He never failed to remind me of how smart and wonderful they both were.

We will truly miss you & will always love you.

His favourite poet was Walt Whitman. The quote and photo montage is from my daughter Adrienne from an afternoon when Tip read Walt’s work as we drank coffee 

“Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?” -Walt Whitman

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