March 23, 1989 |
Forty-two years ago, Robert Johnson bought a lot that slithered up a steep canyon at a bend where a narrow, winding road ascended into the wild country of Elysian Park. It's been a perfect spot for whimsy. Johnson built his own house on the edge of the slope, a simple, brown wood-sided box that was modern for its time. He then began to encircle it with a lattice-work of gray cinder-block walls forming terraces that intersected up the hill at kaleidoscopic angles.