Stanford White's Hall of Fame for Great Americans, the 630 foot colonnade on the heights over the Harlem River, and the Gould Memorial Library it wraps, rebuilt as the house of every honorary New Yorker MLow has painted. Under the coffered dome and its Tiffany laylight, sixteen green Connemara marble columns ring a drum hung floor to ceiling with portraits in three tiers. A vaulted passage of census works leads west to the colonnade, where each bay holds two more over a bronze tablet with the names, and the river and the Palisades lie beyond the parapet. Stand on the bronze laurel in the middle of the rotunda and the dome calls a name.
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Sixteen freestanding green Connemara marble columns with gilt Corinthian capitals, the sixteen sided drum in oxblood damask with a salon hang in three tiers, two galleries with iron railings and glass floors, the coffered saucer dome with gilt rosettes, the round Tiffany laylight in its eye, reading tables with green glass lamps, the bronze laurel in the floor that calls the roll, the Guastavino vaulted passage, the curving colonnade of limestone columns with a granite parapet and herringbone tile vault, Tiffany style bronze tablets under every bay, brass picture lights, the laurel pedestal at the end of the walk, the Harlem River, Inwood Hill and the Palisades to the west. Mood: green marble, gold frames and every face mlow has honoured. Everything is procedural geometry with painted surfaces; nothing is a scan or a photograph. The room is an interpretation, and it hangs the New Yorkers the census recorded at this place first.