In 1939, twenty-two-year-old Pedro E. Guerrero, having impatiently bolted from his studies at the Art Center School in Los Angeles, was back in Mesa, Arizona, contemplating what to do next. His father, who had built a successful sign painting business, had once done a job for Frank Lloyd Wright, and remembered that the architect had a school “somewhere near Scottsdale. Maybe he needed a photographer?” The father went to the store where he had seen Wright buy paint, and got an address. A letter of inquiry was sent. “Yes,” Wright responded. “Come any time.”
Guerrero traveled to Scottsdale to find Wright in his driveway, saying goodbye to luncheon guests.