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| Here now. My room. |
194 statute miles
Another traveling post. This site
started as one devoted to travel, and so it remains, as long as my
feet remain itchy with wanderlust. I resolved silently, a while
back, not to mention my alternate career as a fiction writer for at
least a year; I'm not sure I made it. So again, I'm coming out as a
writer of fiction, something I hesitate to mention on these pages.
Nevertheless, I have been accepted to
the Haystack Mountain of Crafts (donate!) Open Studio Residency for
artists of all disciplines. I applied almost on a whim, the day I
received my first rejection for the Iowa Writers' Workshop, not
thinking I had a shot at the prestigious residency, hoping at least
for a chance at a summer workshop. But I was accepted for both,
which simultaneously daunted and thrilled me. Especially after I
searched online for some of my fellow artists.
Here is some of their work (I think, if google can be trusted):
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| Megan Biddle |
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| Nancy Koenigsberg (Sculpture made of coated copper wire and glass beads) |
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| Jiyoung Chung (Made of paper! I think. Korean joomchi) |
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| Rama Chorpash (Fiber art designed according to the topographic contours of Central Park.) |
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| Melissa Craig |
People are traveling from Hawaii,
Texas, Oregon, Ireland. Many have had solo shows at New York City
galleries. Others are professors of their craft—metalworkers,
glassblowers, papermakers, enamelists. I am an anomaly as a
novelist, at least so far as I know. They are real artists--in museums, in permanent collections. The only other writer I
discovered is a former Maine poet laureate. More exalted company than I
could have dreamed.
As I sit here writing on paper during
my road trip lunch, I keep thinking they've made some kind of
mistake, that I'll be turned aside at the door. But it is fear, of
course, fear of the magnitude of the gift being given. Let's just say I'm very pleased to be a participant with such fierce companions in arms.
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