Returning from Squam Art Workshop has left me with many inspired feelings, as well as being quite exhausted. I hardly know where to begin to describe how significant this experience has been for me. Perhaps I'll tease you at least a little, as I'm sure I'll be talking about the event for a while as I digest and find a way to put it into words.
Being a tree-lover who now lives in the desert, New England is a balm on my soul. The birch, maple, oak and white pine are so thick and dense, a feast for my spirit. That being said, imagine being plopped down smack in the middle of my idea of heaven on earth and then let me play for long stretches of hours in a trance...creating! With dozens of women I love and admire!
We made a big family adventure out of it and left five days before the festival began, starting in Boston and visiting my college roommate and her sister. We walked around Harvard Square eating ice cream and Italian food, enjoying one of the loveliest cities in the country.
It was so worth it to take some extra time to make our leisurely way up to the lakes region of New Hampshire. We stopped in Methuen, Mass to get a much-needed dose of my girl, Nina, even though we'd be seeing her at Squam. Her kids were so sweet! We had an amazing lunch and the kids painted pumpkins grown in Nina's dad's garden.
We devoured the best clam chowder in Portsmouth, NH, loads more chocolate ice cream and had so much fun at The Friendly Toast downtown- where Brandon ate Almond Joy pancakes. Delish. Because it's all about the food. We happened into Nahcotta for the Enormous Tiny Art Show and were so excited to see work hanging by artists we actually knew-several of which would be partying down at SAW. What fortune!
This is all my little jet-lagged fingers can muster tonite-I will get into the nitty grits tomorrow. There is too much to share to try to squeeze it all in in just one post!
