Before and After...swipe through https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8DaYHwL/ 5 years since I purchased the Fiddlehead cannery.  I build, I dance, I create here.   GRATEFUL doesn't encompass the feelings 🥰🥳🎊🌞 I had a VISION! I put in loads of time, lots of hard work, and hired carpenters who could execute my vision. And let's not overlook a fabulous community of people who attend and co-create with me that have helped make this grow into what it is today. And I'm still envisi

9 years ago today, I got in my car and started heading east. I hit a deer 5 hours into my drive, damages to my car stalled my trip for 3...

"From barn to table... nearly 100 years of family history, transformed."

Have you ever stopped everything and watched a leaf fall from a tree? They simply let go of the tree, so deeply rooted, firm, holding...

Beautifully aged. Delicately worn. Regarded as something to be swept away , discarded with the rubbish. Why are we afraid of "messy"?...

If I've had anything at all, I've had passion for adventure.  That's something to write about. When I was 18 I moved across the country. I left everything familiar, all my friends and family and went on a search...for something I couldn't even name. I had hoped to go to ART school,  that didn't happen. What did happen? So many opportunities that I could NEVER had dreamed of. I was offered jobs that took me to new places, new towns, states and some very interesting encounte

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A visit to my client (some become friends) for more upcoming work. I remember driving past her house before I met her and seeing a rock...

Losing balance for love, is part of living a balanced life ❤ The physics of the quest: A force in nature, governed by laws as real as the laws of gravity. If you're brave enough to leave behind everything familiar and comforting: house, bitter resentment... And set out on a truth seeking journey either externally or internally And if you're truly willing to regard everything that happens to you on that journey as a clue... And if you accept everyone you meet along the way as

The cutaways are the spaces I see more clearly. The shells and leftovers. The Emptiness. The discarded, bent, broken, hollow pieces leftover from what was used up and discarded. The potential for love to fill it up is the part I see. Loved Whole again by assembling with more misfit hollows to create the most imaginatively beautiful possible combination. Vera This wall is an example. Leftover pieces from a sculpture commission I made here at my Home Studio in Maine

Fungi grows out of rotting matter. With a profoundly wondrous ability to transform toxins into something useful, is a mystery in and of itself. Humans have the capacity to do the same. Might this be due to the fact that we are Each others closest relatives? If I'd known yesterday what I know today...we lament as we remedy behaviors to not repeat the same mistakes. Who might we need to plant seeds of renewal and hope with? Where will I course-correct to set my plan of acti