Something Big

Cedar Valley News
Fictorial Number 416 · September 17, 2026
Something Big
By Chloe Papadakis

I make things for a living, and I will tell you a secret about people who make things. Nearly all of us, somewhere down deep, are quietly waiting for permission.

We wait to feel trained enough. We wait to be certain the thing will come out any good. We wait for somebody with authority to look at us and say, yes, you, you are allowed to make this. And so, a great deal of what we might have made never gets made at all, because the permission never comes. It was never going to come. There is no one whose job it is to hand it to you.

Let me tell you about a man who did not wait.

In 1921, a short, poor, barely literate Italian immigrant named Simon Rodia bought a small triangular lot in Watts, in Los Angeles, and he began to build. He was a tile setter by trade. He had no training as an artist, or an architect, or an engineer. He had no money to speak of, no plan drawn on paper, no scaffolding, no machinery, no crew. He had only his own two hands, and the few hours left over after his day’s work, and so he began.

He bent scrap steel against the railroad tracks to shape it. He mixed his own mortar by hand. And into it, piece by patient piece, one shard at a time, for years and years, he pressed the broken and the thrown-away things of other people’s lives, cracked dinner plates, seashells, bits of tile, the green glass of old soda bottles. He climbed his own rising towers hand over hand with a bucket, no ladder, no harness, an old man near the end of it, a hundred feet up in the air.

He did this for 33 years.

When he finished, 17 towers stood twined together on his little lot, the tallest nearly a hundred feet high, glittering with the town’s broken crockery. He had no buyer for it. No one had asked him to make it. No gallery was waiting. When people asked him why on earth he had done such a thing, he never gave the same answer twice, and the closest he ever came to a reason was this. I had in mind to do something big, and I did it. Then he signed the land over to a neighbor, left, and never once came back to see it.

Now here is the part I love the most.

Years later, the city decided the towers were unsafe and must come down. They brought a crane, hooked a cable to the tallest tower, and pulled. They pulled with 10,000 pounds of force, enough to bring down a building.

The cable snapped.

The towers did not so much as tremble. Read it again, slowly. A short, untrained man, working alone with other people’s broken dishes and permission from no one on earth, had built a thing the machinery of a whole city could not pull down.

I think of Simon Rodia whenever the old cowardly voice starts up in me, the one which asks who on earth I think I am to make anything. Because here is what he proves, standing there in Watts to this very day. You do not need permission to make a beautiful thing. You do not need training, or money, or a patron, or an audience, or a plan, or even a reason you can say out loud. You need only the thing you have in mind, and your own two hands, and the plain stubbornness to begin, and to keep on beginning, day after day, until at last it stands.

Nobody handed Simon Rodia his permission. And nobody, my friends, is going to hand you yours.

So do not wait for it.

Whatever it is you have in your mind to make, however untrained and unqualified and unsure of yourself you feel, however foolish it seems to begin, begin.

Do something big, whatever your something is. And on the day they come with their cable, let it be your own work which stands, and their cable which breaks.

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Cedar Valley News has a Letters to the Editor page, and I would be glad to hear from you. What is the thing you have in mind to make, and what permission are you waiting for? Write to us. And if we have gotten something wrong, write and tell us, and we will run the correction.

This fictorial is part of the fictional Cedar Valley News series, written by Evan Swensen, Publisher, and Claude Marshall, AI Developmental Editor. While Chloe and her town are fictional, the story is real. Sabato “Simon” Rodia (born in Italy, died 1965), an immigrant tile setter with no formal training in art, architecture, or engineering, single-handedly built the Watts Towers in Los Angeles between 1921 and 1954, working by hand without scaffolding, bolts, or drawn plans. He shaped salvaged steel and embedded found objects, including broken pottery, tile, seashells, and glass, into 17 interconnected structures, the tallest just under 100 feet. He gave the property away in 1955 and left. In 1959, the city deemed the towers unsafe; an engineering load test applied roughly 10,000 pounds of force to a tower, the test cable failed, and the towers stood. They are now a National Historic Landmark. Sources include the Watts Towers of Simon Rodia State Historic Park and standard accounts of Rodia’s life and work.

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