March 2022 Artist Resident
The Foundation House was, in fact, a foundation, upon which friendships were built and my creativity could flourish.
The word that comes to mind when I think back on my ten days at Foundation House is nourishment: nourishment of the soul, the mind, the body. Between the michelin-quality food that Christina masterfully whipped up each day, to the enriching conversations I had with my cohorts, to the time and energy I was able to dedicate to my craft, I felt nourished. Us seven artists under one enormous tudor roof came from different walks of life, yet we meshed perfectly, learning from each other while offering support and encouragement. We even called ourselves, The Artists, a crew of superheroes, each with special powers like writing anything into existence or "MacGyvering" any material that might be laying around. Still, many weeks after the residency, the wall by my desk is adorned with quotes and poems by fellow residents. I'll smile to myself when I think about a joke someone told at dinner or dancing up a storm our last night together. I left feeling like I could finally call myself an artist.