"A blog is to a writer what a canvas is to an artist." ~ Colleen Redman
1. My psychedelic days are over, but a camera and a pinwheel can still provide a cheap thrill.
2. See what I mean HERE.
3. I’m so sensitive that just putting on sunglasses can sometimes make me feel altered, like I’m stoned on a foreign substance.
4. It’s a twirling whirl of flirts in petal skirts and bees busily buzzing. They jump from flower to flower, as if playing musical chairs, and if they land on a flower that’s already been taken, someone gets pushed off. See HERE.
5. Paint like a kid HERE
6. Meditating is a lot like how you look at magic computer generated art to see the hidden picture, only you do it with your eyes closed. To meditate you have to focus past the thoughts in the forefront of your mind. Once you do, your mind will drop down to a whole new place that you weren’t aware of before.
7. Getting married is like getting a tattoo. It’s a lot easier to do than it is to undo.
8. Didn’t I see THIS skit on Saturday Night Live without the Nerf guns?
9. I had one of THESE hanging on my bedroom was as a teenager.
10. I was raised on jump rope songs, nursery rhymes (which might explain my love of wordplay) and rock and roll rather than classic literature. I strongly identity with my Irish storytelling roots and the oral tradition of that heritage, which I think explains why I don’t punctuate my poetry, preferring to use spoken rhythm and the breath to determine line break pauses. A period feels confining to me, like the overuse (or over intellectualization) of language feels oppressive. It’s always been important to me that poetry is accessible, which is why I like Billy Collins. – More from Writer’s Talk, a question meme I participated in about writing and blogging HERE.
11. There was a variety of answers to someone new to Floyd who asked on Facebook ‘what does “Floyd Time” mean?’ My best answer: If I’m on time I think I’m early.
12. Watch Pharrell Williams’ Happy Dance Floyd style HERE.
13. “Seeing is believing but feeling’s the truth.” – Thomas Fuller
Butterflies and blooms. What could be better?
I’m dizzy with the colors of zinnia and the glitter of the great spangled fritillary flittering all over my yard.
Brazened by the drunken desire for nectar, the butterflies are no longer resistant to close proximity of my camera and some have even landed on me.
The black swallowtails have been hanging on since June.
The tiger swallowtails have only just now shown up, holding out for the lush of butterfly bush.
They periodically jump from flower to flower, as if playing musical chairs, and if they land on a flower that’s already been taken, someone gets pushed off.
It’s a twirling whirl of flirts in petal skirts and bees busily buzzing.
The more the merrier, I say.
But not you.
_________Our World Tuesday
A skipping stone
in a sea of heaven
______This is all I got to see of the Super Moon this month because it was so cloudy when the moon was full. Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
It happened at the tail end of the Floyd Family Day Jubilee. At first I thought I was at the wrong dance when they started playing “Don’t Worry Be Happy” instead of Pharrell Williams’ contagious song, but that turned out to just be the warm-up song.
I tried to get dancers to drop buckets of ice water over their heads while dancing, but no one was having it.
- The following are answers to questions from a writer’s blog hop that I was invited to participate in by Polly Brown from A Year to Think it Over.
What am I writing/working on now? I recently finished a feature on a woman who hiked the Camino, a 500 mile pilgrimage through Spain and France. The piece involved an interview, some research and lots of time at the keyboard. It was a lot of work but reminded me that writing stories is a fun way to learn and an outlet that appeals to my natural curiosity about people and human nature. As an introvert, it also gets me out of the house and engages me.
More recently I attended the first Style Revolution fashion show at Floydfest. It was a take-off on The Hunger Games and a showcase of handcrafted designs and organic clothing from festival vendors. I took pictures and video clips and wrote a short narrative for the local paper. It was a fun experience that fell into place with ease, the kind of coverage that gives balance to the more in-depth, time consuming profiles I do.
Prose is like my day job and poetry is the rest of my life. Currently I’m tweaking a few four-lined poems that were inspired by the moon. I probably have about 100 moon poems, which caused me to once refer to myself as “a night shift stenographer hired by the muse to take down the moon’s business.” When it comes to my itty bitty moon ditties, they are short and almost interchangeable, like a wardrobe being built on and mixed and matched for new looks. I’m thinking of doing a moon poem collection, like the short homemade booklet of haiku-like tea poems that I did in 2008 (samples HERE). In 2004 I self-published a perfect bound collection of poetry and essays on writing in 2004 called Muses Like Moonlight.
How does my writing differ from other writing in its genre? I’m more like Leonard Cohen and less like Sylvia Plath. I heard Cohen say in an interview how he doesn’t think his poetry is as elegant as that of other poets but that he has: “done the best that I can with it and I’ve worked as diligently as I can.” I relate to that plugging away, and I have said, “If you spend time developing whatever it is you’re compelled to do, it will eventually come to fruition, even if it takes thirty years.”
As a fledging poet, I recognized my poetic line in the work of Richard Brautigan and the performance art poetry of Yoko Ono. My influences range from Rumi to Erma Brombeck, a humorist/columnist who I recognized as a teenager listening to Bob Dylan as someone who had something to teach me. I like to incorporate the gestalt of the inner life and humor into my writing.
I was raised on jump rope songs, nursery rhymes (which might explain my love of wordplay) and rock and roll rather than classic literature. I strongly identity with my Irish storytelling roots and the oral tradition of that heritage, which I think explains why I don’t punctuate my poetry, preferring to use spoken rhythm and the breath to determine line break pauses. A period feels confining to me, like the overuse (or over intellectualization) of language feels oppressive. It’s always been important to me that poetry is accessible, which is why I like Billy Collins.
Why do I write what I write? I think I was made to translate life into words as a way to better understand it. I’m a documenter at heart, feeling that our stories are what endure after we’re gone, so we might as well set the record straight. I recently wrote, “I like to touch on our human commonality and tell the back story of life. When I’m writing a story about someone, I’m not looking to know what they don’t want to tell me, but I am interested in the inner life that drives their outer story.”
I like the balance of going from the accuracy it takes to document or report, to the freestyle self-expression of poetry. I’ve described writing poetry as taking my psychic blood pressure. I use the pen to get a diagnosis as well as for the treatment. There’s something satisfying in distilling a feeling or thought down to an essence.
How does my writing process work? It’s like eating. It’s not a matter of whether I’ll eat, but what I’ll eat. I’m the type who finds what I like and eats that over and over. But then one day, I’ve had my fill and start with something new. For me, the writing process is about paying attention, putting a pen in my hand and having the discipline to drop everything to take notes when an idea comes through. Inspiration is hard to recreate, and a phrase or line may never be as pure as when it first comes to you (even if it need editing). Writing is a way of thinking, and I do a lot of that. I’m a scrap paper note taker who hates to lose things. Writing them down is a way not to lose them.
I recently read a quote by a writer saying that poets are spies. I like that, but I feel more like an explorer, taking field notes as I go. – Read about why I gravitate to writing short poems HERE.
What are my future blog plans? I’ve been blogging for 10 years, so I feel a bit like a dinosaur (and my blog feels about as big as that). I’ll probably continue to blog until an ice age or climate change pulls the plug and forces me to stop. On the other hand, I continually play with the idea of not writing anymore. I remember my first interview for a story with Ruby Altizer Roberts, a past poet laureate of Virginia who was born in Floyd and grew up in nearby Christiansburg. She was 93 years old at the time, and I asked her if she still wrote poetry. “No. I have my life back,” she answered.
When I first started blogging, it was more popular. It’s sometimes harder to justify now, but it still has the benefit of providing a forum and an incentive to write. It’s been a great venue to repost my published writing and give it a longer shelf-life, and I’ve met some very good virtual friends from all over. I like the directness and self-sufficiency of not having to submit work or look for publishers. It’s like having my own magazine that I can post to every day, a poem, a photograph, a commentary, a formal or informal piece of writing.
One of my favorite things about blogging is that it acts as a writer’s filing cabinet. I can access everything I’ve written by searching a word or clicking on a category or date. I’ve called my blog a virtual scrapbook, a writer’s petire dish, a canvas and a one man band, and it can be all those things.
I always keep in mind that each blog entry posted is a published document. I do my best to make sure I can stand behind it.
1. What we have most abundantly in the garden right now: Mud
2. Last year around this time I had a Thirteen Thursday titled “The Latest Dirt is Mud.” It was about last year’s epic Floydfest rain and mud, complete with pictures. See HERE.
3. I’ve been calling this summer “The Summer of the Nerf Gun,” because my grandsons are big into them right now, along with wearing camo and playing army games.
4. The picture posted above made the front page of the local paper. I pulled over for the wildflowers and got the farmer in the bargain.
5. I only just recently figured out why English women wear hats when I attended a wedding in which we were encouraged to wear hats and it was drizzling rain. “It’s the next best thing to a wig. You put it on and forgot about your hair-do,” I said to a friend. And you know how much it rains in England. More HERE.
6. As someone who is 5 foot 1 inch, I sometimes wonder what I might have done with all the time I’ve spent hemming pants and skirts if I didn’t have to. Maybe if I was taller, I would have read more classics. –From a 2008 Thirteen Thursday
7. I call the picture below “In My Own Backyard.” I named the two little ones after my sons Josh and Dylan, and sometimes I call them Bryce and Liam (grandsons). You can see them playing HERE.
8. Lately I like to call my short poems (like THIS) “Itty Bitty Ditties.”
9. I used to call them Mutant Haiku.
10. Seen on Facebook: R.I.P. “Death. To die. To expire. To pass on. To perish. To peg out. To push up daisies. To push up posies. To become extinct. Curtains, deceased, Demised, departed And defunct. Dead as a doornail. Dead as a herring. Dead as a mutton. Dead as nits. The last breath. Paying a debt to nature. The big sleep. God’s way of saying, Slow down.” – Robin Williams in “Patch Adams”
11. I like to touch on our human commonality and tell the back story of life. When I’m writing a story about someone, I’m not looking to know what they don’t want to tell me, but I am interested in the inner life that drives their outer story.
12. Nerf is just one letter change away from nerd and rhymes with smurf. My curiosity about the word caused me to look it up, and I discovered that it stands for “Non-expanding Recreational Foam.”
13. THIS is even cuter than # 6, and below are the haystacks I brake for.
- The following first appeared in The Floyd Press on August 7, 2014
Floydfest’s first fashion show, Style Revolution, was a showcase of organic fashion and handcrafted designs provided by artisans from the festival’s Vendor Village. The dramatic presentation – held under the Global Village’s futuristic-styled tent Friday and Saturday night – was themed around the Science Fiction movie The Hunger Games. It included Olympics-like theater and extravagant costumes that were reminiscent of the ones depicted in the film.
“I’m straight from the Capitol by way of the Beer and Wine Garden,” said emcee Shamama Lowe, in a reference to the popular movie. In a black top hat over long pink hair and wearing her signature tutu, Shamama played up her part. She gave commentary and adlibs on the fashion future outfits, some of which were one-of-a-kind up-cycled creations.
It was fashion from head to toe, from hair-dos and face painting, to footwear, jewelry, leather accessories and even henna tattoos. There were women on stilts, men in kilts and models of all ages, some experienced and some first-timers.
The runway was lined in tiki torches and the music was fitting for the fanfare, created by DJ Carlito, a Richmond radio host and international music dance party DJ. Synergy, an organic cotton clothing company based in California, was the main sponsor of the event, and their clothing was well featured. Green Label Organics and hair braiding by Gaia Yard were two of the Floyd vending booths represented.
A feathered peacock gown from Intergalactic Hobo in Asheville, North Carolina, received oohs and aahs from the audience and was referred to by Shamama as “a fashion tour de force.” Another outfit elicited the comment, “a perfect touch of rebellion,” keeping the Hunger Games theme alive.
The show’s fashion commentary was written by festival co-founder Erika Johnson, who conceived of the production and took it on as one of her 2014 creative projects. “Some of this really deserves to be on the red carpet,” she said, describing the high quality factor of the festival’s juried vending and noting that they get three times as many vendor applications than they can accept. Referring to the festival’s 2014 theme of “rEVOLution,” she added, “Handcrafting is kind of revolutionary, to be still doing it and still supporting it. These are artists in their own right and we want to showcase them.”
Johnson, who was sporting pink and beige cowboy boots, laughed when she described being stopped by a photographer who didn’t know she was the festival co-owner (along with her husband Kris Hodges) and wanted to take pictures of her Floydfest style.
This year Johnson has stepped back from the heat of festival logistics to rejuvenate her own creativity. Along with the Revolution Style show, Johnson has partnered with Barb Gillespie of Floyd’s Grateful Bread and opened the Revolution Juice and Grateful Bread Bakery, a yurt with an Old World bakery/café feel, offering artisan baked goods and smoothies that incorporate local and organic fruits.
“It might be a precedent,” Johnson said about the Revolution Style Fashion Show, hinting that the event will be an annual addition to the Floyfest scene. Considering that the festival has a renewed focus on being the best boutique music festival that also promotes green living practices, culture and arts, an artisan fashion show is a likely good fit.
Photo notes: Emcee Shamama is pictured in the second photo and Erika is pictured with Synergy models on stilts. After the show I met Model Diana Shepherd (pictured right) and designer Stina Anderson backstage. Anderson, from ARTeries Custom Clothing of Asheville, created the up-cycled outfit that Shepherd is wearing, which incorporates faux fur and a kilt-inspired skirt. I discovered that Stina’s studio is near my son Josh’s Clayspace studio/gallery in Asheville.
The next day I ran into my friend/past Floydian Susanna Smith in Stina’s ARTeries by Stina clothing booth. We encouraged her to play up the role of model after she tried on these upcylced shorts and top, which she liked so much she purchased.
This is artisan baker Barb Gillepsie and Billy Wright pictured inside the festival’s new Revolution Juice bar and Grateful Bread Bakery.
Johnson, pictured with her and Hodges’ son Tristan in front of the Juice/Bakery yurt, reported that Ziggy Marley, or a member of his team, posted a picture of the Revolution Juice menu on Ziggy’s Facebook page. It included a drink named Ziggy Marley that was made with mango, watermelon, ginger, lime and coconut water.
We were encouraged to wear hats for the vintage-styled wedding of our dear ones, Leia and Orion. It was a good thing too, because of the overcast and drizzle. “The next best thing to a wig,” I told my friend Chris, who just happens to be from England. “You can just put it on and forget about your hairdo.”
The garden party ceremony was held under a tent in the Anahata field alongside the river. It was officiated by Katherine Moonflower, which added a personal touch because Katherine, like many of us present, had watched the two (Blue Mountain School alumni) grow up. More of Katherine’s custom wedding ceremonies can be seen HERE.
The downpour of the morning subsided, and the love present was the sun that brightened the heartwarming gathering. A mist floated in and out and somewhere a super moon’s illumination was rising.
The wedding was happily attended by a community of generations. I felt privileged to be even a small part of it.
Along with being a celebration of two special people raised in Floyd’s alter-native community, it was a fashion show of hats and smiling faces.
The wearing of hats added a timeless simple elegance to the afternoon and made me think of Rod Stewart’s song “You Wear it Well” (Madame Onassis has nothing on you).
The union was sealed with a kiss, cheered on by family and friends.
After the ceremony the beautiful bride posed with Katherine, wearing a vintage-styled hat that was made by Floyd hat maker extraordinaire, Teagan Dobkins. Both the bride and groom can be seen modeling her hats on her Tittle Millinery website. Leia, a professional dancer, even has a hat named after her, and both Leia and Orion are featured in a romantic movie clip on the site! Watch it HERE.
Hats off to the bride and groom, now wife and husband, for a wonderful sharing of love and for the promise of many blessings to come.
Maybe because I’d never been at the Blacksburg duck pond before afternoon, I didn’t know that the ducks lay around like litter, with their heads tucked into their balled-up bodies and their eyes closed. The game Duck Duck Goose came to mind.
They looked like stepping stone rocks or shopkeepers on siesta, or at least a Shadow Shot Sunday photo-op.
I call this Getting Your Ducks in a Row, but maybe it should be Line to the Diving Board.
This one I named The Understated Fashion Statement.
Only one baby in the bunch, made me wonder where its siblings were and if its story would be a happily ever after one. And then the below happened.
1. I thought of my six-year-old grandson Bryce (who got confused by the Great Oaks pool bathrooms that were marked M for mermaids and P for pirates) when I went to the bathroom at Mickey G’s Bistro yesterday. The ladies room there is marked with a picture of Audrey Hepburn and the men’s room has Frank Sinatra on the door.
2. I think James Brown’s song Get Up Offa That Thing would make a good alarm clock ringtone.
3. Fracking and Twerking are two new words that make me turn up my nose and question the sanity of of humanity.
4. I don’t want marijuana in my food anymore than I want my food to be genetically modified.
5. As a pie lover I was in heaven Friday night when my friend Bob brought three homemade apple/berry pies to a neighborhood potluck. But by the morning my pie bubble was burst and I was grieving the loss of our entire corn crop. It had been trampled and eaten by raccoons that climbed a 10 foot garden fence with electric wire to get to it.
6. Instead of a cosmonaut I call this picture of an ant exploring the world of a cosmos flower a cosmoant.
7. Facebook quote from Kyla that’s worth repeating: An apple fell to the ground and Newton discovered the law of gravity. Hundreds of bombs fell on Palestinians and no one discovered the law of humanity.
8. The one stoplight T-shirt art was done by Floyd artist Emily Williamson (who I wrote about HERE) for the new Revolution Juice Bar and Bakery Yurt at Floydfest.
9. Full moon temptation / at the traffic light / the redlight says Stop / but the moonlight says Come / awakening my natural signals.
10. If I was made of pottery and the sun was my kiln, my glaze would be freckles.
11. Coffee is not my cup of tea.
12. It was dinner theater with a flair, with a pirouette and a spin, with veils, feathered boas and a petticoat at the second annual One Stoplight Variety Show, held at Oddfella’s Cantina See HERE.
13. The Name Game gets some good giggles HERE.
Poetry writes its own music
but doesn’t sing to the choir
It doesn’t lip sync
or use stunt doubles
It won’t do reality TV
Poetry walks a red carpet
but never in high heels
It doesn’t give interviews
or flaunt cleavage
It won’t make acceptance speeches
Poetry’s not followed by the paparazzi
but sometimes it is stalked
It travels incognito
and rarely gives autographs
____Colleen Redman____Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads
~ The following was published in the spring issue of About HER, a regional news magazine.
Susan Icove’s maternal grandfather ran a junk yard and her paternal grandfather ran a lighting business, so it’s not surprising that the former potter and graphic designer ended up making one-of-a- kind lamps out of junk. “It’s all about form, function and balance, not so different than making pottery in many ways,” Icove said. She explained how her early success as a studio potter led to burnout, and then later the medium left her unsatisfied.
While renovating an old cookhouse into a guest cottage on the Floyd homestead that she shares with her family, Icove got good at hunting down salvaged materials and incorporating unique items into the design. Realizing her knack for putting old and new together in creative ways, and not finding any cool lamps that she liked herself, she surprised a friend when she announced, ‘I’m going to make lamps out of junk.’
Her husband taught her the basics of electrical wiring and the rest she taught herself. “It’s not that hard,” but cleaning old materials can be tedious, she explained. The results of her efforts – whimsical and colorful works of art – are worth the time the time they take to make, and their popularity has as made them good sellers throughout the region.
An old mint-green alarm clock serves as the base of a favorite table lamp in Icove’s home. A floor lamp incorporates a bocci ball and a dried cactus. A credit card charger, a candy dish, car and appliance parts, a frying pan, a pencil, a doorknob and teapot have all made their way into her signature lamps.
Icove shops at the local thrift shop and collects found objects when she travels. “And people bring me things,” she said. She encourages those who commission her lamps to contribute family heirlooms and keepsakes that can tell a meaningful story. The fabric of a favorite old dress might be used to cover one of her handmade lampshades, or a favorite old toy can become a lamp base.
Icove grew up in Ohio and came to Floyd in 1981 with her husband, an emergency room doctor, after receiving her MFA from West VirginiaUniversity. The couple settled on an 80 acre property with an 1880’s brick home and outbuildings (recently listed in the National Historic Register) and raised two children. A home studio and gallery that she is currently renovating was once a general store.
Along with her family background in junk and lighting, Icove was instilled by her family upbringing with the importance of contributing to society. Her father was a civil rights lawyer and activist, and her mother a high school guidance counselor and English teacher. Today, along with creating artisan-made lamps, Icove also shines a light on organizations that benefit the community.
It was through her first community project – heading up a building fund committee to raise money for the Jessie Peterman Library expansion – that she discovered she had a talent for fundraising. “Mostly I was bold in asking for donations,” Icove said, adding, “It was a real community effort. I feel good about that.”
After a long fundraising campaign and construction, the community celebrated the
grand re-opening of the library with guest speaker, poet Nikki Giovanni in the summer of 2008. Due to Icove’s efforts in securing private donations and grants, and with help of a host of volunteers, the library doubled its size, adding an internet café, a computer lab, a genealogy room, a new community room and an impressive front desk.
“We’re so proud of it. Every time Susan comes in we thank her. We owe her a debt of gratitude. I don’t think it would have happened without her, or it would have taken a very long time,” said library supervisor Cathy Whitten, who stated that Icove spearheaded the raising of $60,000 in six months.
More recently Icove has taken on a leadership role in raising funds for the renovation of Floyd’s New River Community Action (NRCA) building. The building suffered extensive roof damage from heavy snows in 2009, causing programs and offices to be temporarily relocated. Although the cost of the roof repair was primarily covered by insurance, other structural problems needed to be addressed in the building, which served as a doctor’s office and hospital in the early 1960’s.
Supporting the work of the NRCA, as a longtime board president and now the building renovation Campaign Chair, is another way Icove gives back to the community. Some of the human service programs that the NRCA provides to the community include Head Start pre-school classes and home-based programs, a food pantry, a children’s Backpack Program, Emergency Assistance Program, Homeless Intervention, Children’s Health Improvement (CHIP), and the Retired and Senior Volunteer Program (RSVP).
Grants provided the seed money to start the renovation. Pro bono building and landscape drawings from DesignWorks Construction and Willow Springs Tree Farm helped get the momentum going. The interior demolition was done with volunteers from the Construction Arts class at FloydCountyHigh School, the Floyd Moose Lodge and members of the NRCA board. The fundraising campaign team still needs to raise $100,000 for the project, which is well underway and is expected to be completed this summer, Icove reported.
Along with “Icove Lighting,” Icove is also a downtown Floyd business owner. “A step through the doors of Troika is a step into New York City,” her webpage (icovelighting.com) describes the contemporary craft gallery that she owns with two other women artists. Troika Gallery is a warm and artful outlet for the work of the artisan owners – Icove, potter Silive Granetelli and handmade paper artist Gibby Waitkzin. It also serves to shines a light on more than a dozen regional artists that work in variety of mediums.
Located front-and-center at The Station, Troika is a hub of inspirational beauty that is especially abuzz with activity during first Friday “meet the artist” receptions. Gallery displays of home décor and adornment present like art installations. Handmade furniture, table settings of ceramics, sculpture, paintings, fiber arts and more are brightened by Icove’s always surprising, up-cycled lighting designs.
1. Ziggy Marley’s people have checked out this blog. I was told that by a Floydfest staffer after I signed a agreement in order to be in the media pit and take pictures when he played Floydfest on Friday night.
2. He and/or his people were also in the Festival’s new Revolution Juice and Grateful Bread yurt because someone posted a picture on his Facebook page of the menu that included a smoothie called “The Ziggy Marley.” The drink was made of mango, watermelon, ginger, lime and coconut water.
3. After four days of the Floydfest lifestyle, I miss it when it’s over but, but I’m also feeling the truth in Elbert Hubbard’s quote “No man needs a vacation so much as the man who has just had one.”
4. When I’m tired, rest doesn’t penetrate. It rolls right off like water rolls off gortex.
5. I loved when Ziggy sang his father’s song, but even more, I loved his Conscious Party songs. All I could think about when he performed those songs was Joe and I walking in St. Croix in 1988 after drinking Bailey Coladas at a shack bar on the beach. Joe was on the island re-building after Hurricane Hugo, and I had come to visit. We were in love, strutting up the street, just a little drunk, and swinging a boombox that was playing Conscious Party at full volume. More HERE.
6. Covering the festival’s first Revolution Style fashion show was right up my alley, or should I say, right up my runway. I’ve actually done runway modeling in the past, long ago in Boston and more than once, a fact I had forgotten until just now.
8. My blog friend Tabor had a post with beefcake in the title and I actually thought it was going to be about food.
9. In my world abs are alphabet letters and “there’s an app for that” makes me think about restaurant appetizers.
10. Title of a story in our local paper on the Farmers Market that caught my eye: Lettuce Turnip the Beet.
11. The paint box pictured above is one that was used at the teen Imagine Tent at Floydfest for spray painting during my son’s collage journaling workshop. Before it was used for that it was a raccoon trap, part of an obstacle course and a fort. See another incarnation of the box HERE.
12. I shop for words / as though the dictionary was a catalog / of women’s clothes or shoes / As though the folded over corners / of favorite words on pages / were the edited alliterations / of hemmed skirts. The rest of this poem is HERE.
13. THIS poem was made in America
Post Notes: This post featured art found at Floydfest, all of which (except for the bus shot) were found at the Imgaine Teen Tent at my son Josh Collage Journaling workshop______Thirteen Thursday
It pays to be nosy at Floydfest. Being nosy is how I met eleven-year old Jasper from West Virginia. He was pulling a wagon full of collected recyclables along the Global Village road. He had collected the stuff from surrounding campsites and was delivering them to the compost/recycling station. At the station he received festival raffle tickets for his efforts and won a Floydfest cap with the tickets he earned. He also created a small business for himself delivering ice to field campers and told me that he’d been going to Floyfest from the time he was in his mother’s womb.
This is my new Floydfest hat, purchased onsite after losing my favorite first hat. Soon after arriving on Friday I discovered that I had been walking around with my fanny pack unzipped and was dropping stuff out like Hansel and Gretel, including an envelope with my license, money and family Floydfest tickets in it. About 15 minutes after the discovery and after retracing my steps with no luck, Joe and I hitched a golf cart ride to the VIP tent. Joe told the driver I had lost my license. “It just got turned in to Lost and Found,” she said upon hearing my name. It was a huge relief and a testament to the friendliness of the festival. But, I never did find my favorite hat that also fell from the fanny pack, the one I later posted to the Floyfest Facebook page hoping someone had seen it. Look, Joe got a new hat too (as you can see in this shot taken by our friend Phil in front of his Fit to Be Tied tie dye clothing booth) and he didn’t even lose one.
I was wearing my second favorite hat on Saturday, when I happily yielded most of the day to family time. My energy was low during the heat of the day so I signed up for hammock duty in the lovely VIP hospitality lounge for grandsons in need of naps. The lounge was also where we took the traditional family photo, the yearly Christmas card shot, I call it. It was such a special treat to have my sons’ brother Skye (brother from another mother) and his girlfriend with us all day Saturday.
From the hammock I heard many of my favorite Donna the Buffalo songs but only had the energy to imagine myself dancing to them. So, I was happy when I came back to life after the sun got low and caught a few of their songs at the Workshop Porch. I’m a big fan. Have a listen HERE.
Once again, I missed the 12:00 Saturday Children’s Parade, but we had some of that circus atmosphere in the Global Village. My son Josh’s rainbow convertible Space Shuttle miata was parked by the Imagine Teen Tent, where he was facilitating collage journaling mixed media workshops. The sports car turned out to be a great toy for grandsons Bryce and Liam. I also caught Floydfest’s first rEVOLution Fashion Show, a fantastic Global Village presentation of onsite handcrafted artistry that was done in Hunger Games style. I’m working on a story about it right now. That’s a Synergy organic cotton dress the model in the photo is wearing. Watch a video HERE.
I brake for orange.
Friends in high places.
On Sunday I had to panhandle for the best ever pancakes at Bruno’s Curb Cuisine (thanks Danny) after spending all my cash on a leather walk-it pocket (wrist wear for carrying money/cards) at ARTeries by Steena’s. Steena is an upcycle designer whose work I was introduced to at the fashion show. Later, I learned that she has a studio in Asheville right next to my son’s Clayspace studio/galllery. We had to encourage my friend Susanna, dressed in one of Steena’s outfits, to ham it up for the camera. I’m pretty sure she bought it.
I high-fived Floyd’s own Ian Gammarino and found he was more in a high-ten mood. He had just won the Grand Prize Outdoor Gear Giveaway raffle, a backpack stocked full of gear. He had backpacked into the site and did some geo-caching, collecting raffle tickets for his adventures. The Adventure options and Grand Prize Giveaway is a side of the festival that I was happy to learn more about.
Meet my friend Kate. She watched the Ray LaMontagne performance up-close with me. HERE’S a clip of the band performing Can I Come Home for the Summer during the festival’s main stage closing act.
It’s a Floydfest tradition that I look forward to. The festival staff comes onstage after the closing performance and the founders, Kris and Erika, usually say a few words that put the five days in perspective. “Thank you for letting us do what we love. Doing what you love is revolutionary,” Kris told the crowd, referring to this year’s festival theme rEVOLutionary. He said he thought this year’s limited capacity high quality event had the best vibe yet, and added, “I can’t wait to see you next year. Peace Out.”
__________My other Floydfest 2014 posts are Look Who’s Dancing Now: Franti and Ziggy at Floydfest and Let the Floydfestivities Begin.