In reverse of the usual order, Ene and I kicked off the symposium with an open-ended panel discussion around my concept of ‘deep craft’. We staged the conversation as an old-fashioned town hall meeting and opened the floor to an audience of over 60 participants, encouraging the free exchange of ideas as the Deep Craft […]
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Deep Craft at Waterfall Arts
We have been busy preparing for our first Deep Craft Symposium this weekend at Waterfall Arts in Belfast, Maine. I finished the pencil post bed and it awaits my parents’ arrival tomorrow for a trial run. ???????? ???????? Meanwhile, Ene had been on call to support her sister as she gave birth to a healthy […]
Election Day Bed
I spent Election Day in the shop making a pencil post bed as a distraction from the culmination of my combined worry and excitement for the returns of the day.The bed will occupy the ‘Outlaw’, our guest home/vacation rental where my parents will be living when they arrive next week from Philadelphia for an extended […]
First Rains
The first rains have arrived and Ene planted a cover crop of fava beans as a soil amendment and delicious late winter staple. Our garden was devastated by deer over the summer while we were travelling, but we were able to harvest a few pumpkins, acorn squash and late season chiles that survived the onslaught. […]
Clam Skiff Vernacular
Brigantine beach cottages, alleyway view As a teenager in the seventies I spent summers on the South Jersey shore cooking at a seafood restaurant in Brigantine, a tiny island just to the north of Atlantic City. My great grandfather had built one of the first houses on the island in the 1920’s, my dad worked […]
Saving Seeds with Alex Quinto
Ene harvested the last of our tomatoes and tomatillos, which she had let over-ripen on the vine to to make it easier to squeeze out the seeds. Our friend Alex Quinto was visiting for the day and helped Ene with the seed saving. Alex is the co-founder of Work Worth Doing and has lived for […]
Hum of Home
We’ve had a rare stretch of balmy clear nights and I find myself seduced into staying up late to watch the stars and be lulled by the polyrhythm of crickets and the smell of the watered garden tinged with redwood trees still breathing the morning fog. We’ve heard peeper frogs during the rainy season since […]