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

skin,
as in the hand of friendship,

art,
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.
CKS

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

She dreamed of simple things in color-graphite lines of charcoal

she battled on
for she dreamed
of the simple things.
©CKS

A mission of love, nakedness as a prayer

I am a shadow
hollow reflections real ;
object inside of me

joy-filled light; content;
yesterdays many fought

memory joy extinguished
made bright; again

I prayed I didn’t
Essence of me;
dying but a shadow

an object inside of me.
CKS

Why Crooked Little Flower

Watching a little flower, crooked on her stem, just singing in the wind;

not broken, not breaking; but singing and swaying,

among all the other wild flowers; not alone but in her community.
CKS