Monday morning. Back to reality after an inspiring trip to Haystack. Yet I am still happy to be home around my favorite people. Now that I am home I have a lot to do to process the artwork that I made there and the ideas that I generated. Plus laundry. So much laundry. Laundry is the worst. But for now there is coffee to drink and kids that need to get to school.
Goodbye Haystack deck.
Heading out to Deer Isle Maine for the annual Mass Art Haystack retreat. So ready to be among fellow creatives in the deep pines next to the ocean. Internet is spotty up there, just how I like it. I am so ready to disconnect from regular life for a few days. I have a couple of sketchbooks, some paint, a bunch of pens and my creativity ready to take some workshops and connect with others and draw everything I see. I even packed my running shoes. Be back blogging about the experience on Monday!
perfect size for travel and no big loss if I lose it.
Coming off a great art making weekend I am back into the regular week of preschool snacks, herding children, meal prepping, school drop offs and errands. But only for two days because on Wednesday I leave for Haystack on Deer Isle Maine. It is looking like we are in for another beautiful five days the second year in a row. And for that I am grateful. No matter what the weather brings the time at Haystack will be magical because Haystack is a magical place. Five days of art making with other makers in gorgeous surroundings. My third year going I am very blessed. I need to do some more packing.
Can't wait to be back!
A week ago yesterday I was driving up to Maine with a stranger. What we had in common was a desire to be creative and knowing that Haystack School of Craft in Deer Isle Maine was a great place to let that creativity loose. And after four days there it certainly was just that for all of us lucky enough to be there. I focused mostly on learning how to build a loom and weave a tapestry, hiking and photography while others focused on jewelry making, forging with Iron, ceramics and printmaking. There is something really special about that remote location and having access to so much nature and studio space and not having to worry about feeding yourself or others. As the mother of two young ones not having to cook for a few days was a much appreciated vacation. The bell strikes at eight, twelve and six and wonderful food magically appears. Everybody pulls themselves away from their work just long enough to go eat and socialize before getting back to work. We were all there to work. The weather was too warm and gorgeous to not get plenty of hiking in while I was there. Whenever I felt the need to clear my head and be inspired I would go for a walk in the woods or by the ocean. Wonderful. Already planning a trip back next year.
violin on the beach
