F.r.o.g.s. in Residence: Feel into me, love says

Wail I AM; lost not when
At calamity’s vapors, because edges of the
Timeless music’s
Elixir intoxicates not
Resigns; and we shelter the forgotten. CKS

F.r.o.g.s. in Residence: When canning tomatoes became art

as in the hand of friendship,

as in sharing,

F.r.o.g.s. in residence

F.r.o.g.s in Residence: Collecting things for dinner

I felt his all-in nature;
nothing left in the fridge
or on his back.

F.r.o.g.s. in Residence, part II

“Did I ever tell you my dream? No?”

This dream remained whispering within my sight as colorful smoke lingers within the dance of fireworks.

Under the auspices of Crooked Little Flower continues the Artist Residency started by Tracy Hicks. A gift of time, short term residencies focused on personal and collaborative experimentation. CKS

We are F.r.o.g.s. in Residence, Part I

In 2013, Tracy started what he shared with me as the development of “his legacy”; an artist residency with a particular emphasis on the gift of time. 

He just began; casually.  Inviting friends to come and enjoy what the Appalachian Mountains, his friendship and mentorship, community, and his food had to offer. 

The time was yours to work.  Solitude or community was your choice. CKS