Teenager is filling his home with claymates
By Cynthia Taggart
February 12, 1995
Welcome to Tyler Bush’s perfect world. No crime, money, trash. People are optional, imagination a must.
The road begins at one end of Tyler’s wall length bookcase and winds through clay splendor that sprawls over four shelves. It passes spired castles, opulent casinos, zoos and amusement parks, lakes, theaters, neighborhoods and monuments.
Everything is a product of red, yellow and blue clay. Tyler’s artistic fingers press, roll and mash each building, land mass, vehicle into shape. While other people sleep, he builds demolishes, starts again. Some creations take weeks.
“I can’t think of anything that would make me stop working on it,” Tyler says, with urgency typical of his 16 years.
His mother, Candice, is in awe of him, his talent, and his focus. His father, Harlan, just wants Tyler to have the space he needs to keep going.
The Post Falls High junior has toiled at Clay Town for six years. It began with a toothpick tall house for characters he’d made in third grade. It grew to include the Taj Mahal, Aladdin’s onion-domed palace, the White House (where Tyler, not Bill, lives) and Beauty and the Beast’s castle.
Like a greedy developer, Tyler bought poster board after poster board and covered them with clay parking lots and intricately landscaped yards. Up sprang houses for his friends, patterned after the “Home Alone” mansion, “The Addams Family” house, and Mother Goose’s shoe.
His friends needed entertainment, so Tyler created a country club with a nine hole golf course, floating green and flamingos, a ski resort with penguins, a gondola and igloo, and the Ed Sullivan Theater advertising David Letterman on the marquee.
There are Planet Hollywood, Hard Rock Cafe or McDonald’s for the hungry, the Blue Note Bar and Cheers for the thirsty. Everything is solid so it won’t sag.
His invisible Clay Townites travel in gold and brown Rolls Royces, stretch limos, the Batmobile and helicopters all clay and most with ornate hand fashioned hood ornaments.
What Tyler creates he also can smush, occasionally, ex friend’s hotel or house ends up in the marbled lump of leftover clay, making room for other developments on Tyler’s to do list. Like Trump Tower, the Plaza Hotel, a country, So much to build, so little space.