the letter I can’t read, originally uploaded by {studiobeerhorst}-bbmarie.

I love getting letters and I even like writing letters. I like the delay of putting a letter in the mail box and then two months latter getting a reply maybe. Every thing else seems so instant with the i phone and email and a telephone call… It feels healthy to be made to wait a long time for a reply. I also enjoy the physicality of opening a letter and the potential for little things to fall out on the table, like a dried flower or a Polaroid or maybe a little drawing. Some times a letter may even carry a scent from a smudge of oil. With this post I have decided to begin to send letters again. The winter season is good for letter writing and savory soups.

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number your days #2, originally uploaded by {studiobeerhorst}-bbmarie.

A lot of rainy days and the garden falling into late autumn ruins. Summer and all it’s glory has passed us and the long wintery sleep of ice and grey skies is approaching. We do what we can to keep our spirits up and look for silver linings in the endless curtaincloudcover that has placed itself over our city. Besides the actual clouds over my head I think there is another cloud bank that has moved in that is inside of my head and writing this blog and posting this little skull collage is my tiny effort at poking a hole through that sheet of lea for a ray of sun shine to make its way through. The light tapping of these computer keys is my attempt to punch a hole in the darkness that has shrouded my soul this morning. I realize I can not let myself think that I am alone in here, I know there are others that share this same battle this morning in late rainy October.

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Glowing, originally uploaded by {studiobeerhorst}-bbmarie.

We are on the other side of Art Prize now. We have been working through a deep sadness that feels something like what you feel when you are putting the christmas tree on the curb in January thinking maybe you spent a little too much on presents and trimmings. The Wonder Wagon project was a very rich experience for our family and we will treasure for years to come the people and the stories that wove their lives around us not only for the two weeks of the encampment along the Grand River but also during the long journey of preparation through out the summer. As a family we grew into the challenge that this experience brought us to. We have developed muscle in places we didn’t even now existed. Both Brenda and daughter Pearl are by nature very private people most comfortable lost in a long novel curled up on the sofa for a rainy day. These finely tuned privet ladies were bombarded with clusters of new strangers every day for hours on end and they rose to the challenge that was nothing short of heroic.

For all of those who came along side of our family like Cameron and Rachael VanDyke and Matthew Fowler, Seth Thompson, Bob,Ellen and Tom, and many others, thank you so much for your love and gifts. We truly did create community through creativity.

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