The moment he returned to the states, L.D. headed West. He ended
up in San Francisco to start his career. The first year there he
was encouraged to leave three different jobs. First, he posed as
an Advertising Manager, then as a Copy Writer and finally as a
Designer. The second year, L.D. decided he best be his own
boss. He opened a design office. Within three short years
the quality of my son's work became apparent so clients started
dwindling. L.D. dropped out again.
After nearly a year of traveling and ski bumming, L.D. settled in
Chicago. This time he got off on the right foot. He had some
experience and Chicago was a big, tolerant market. L.D. did a lot
better than I expected. After seven years (never being comfortable
with success) L.D. dropped out again.
He and his family (two girls by now) moved up to a farm he owned on
Washington Island (a island in Lake Michigan off Northern
Wisconsin). There, L.D. and his wife raised Christmas Trees, Heinz
57 horses and a few thin beef cows. L.D. had always wanted to be a
cowboy so he calls these his "ranchin days". He never
Three years passed, the money played out, so L.D. and his
family returned to the Chicago area. The design scene there had
also played out so L.D. decided to try the building business. He'd
done some carpentry on the island so figured he'd enter the Spec Home
market. In 1979 he reached another interesting plateau. The
real estate market collapsed. L.D. had a serious meltdown.
Just before the bank and the sheriff closed in, my son packed his carpet
bag and slipped down to Houston, Texas. If you hadn't noticed, L.D.
is a mover.
four years as a graphics, interior, and furniture designer, L.D. was
able to send his two daughters off to school (his wife had already
split), then catch the last train out of Houston (the oil crunch was
just coming down). At this point I began to notice a disturbing
pattern to L.D.'s life.
Well, finally my son got his big break. He landed in Santa Fe
where "weirdness" is normal and it's not only ok, but almost
necessary to wer several hats at one time. After a year of
playing around in the "New Age" and doing watercolors and
sculpture, my son's Houston earnings ran out. L.D. figured since
he'd designed furniture he could probably make it too. His luck
was running. He started making New Mexico style furniture (very,
very simple). Then one bright day he made his first piece of
cowboy furniture (a mirror). That was 1983. Incidentally,
this was about three years before anybody outside of Cody, Wyoming had
ever heard of Molesworth (L.D. included).
When the big Cowboy and Western revival
came on stream, L.D. was there. "Ain't nothin like timing and luck
During his Santa Fe career, L.D. has
designed mirrors for Presidents, Trasteros for movie stars, buildings
for himself and clothes for beautiful women. It's just dumb luck
that L.D. gets away with doing so many different things. Maybe
it's cause he never learned the word "no".
Editors Note: L.D. has received over 180 regional, national, and
international awards for design. He won the "Most Original
Design" award at the first Western Design Conference. He is
still an avid skier, wind surfer, hiker, and horseman. And he
still lives in Santa Fe.
P.S. This year L.D. became listed in the International Biographic
Center's 2000 Outstanding Artists and Designers of the 20th Century.