Artist-in-Residence: Wildacres
I've been away from the studio for the past week for a good reason. I had the privilege of being one of the artists-in-residence at Wildacres Retreat in Little Switzerland, NC and I enjoyed every minute of my time away. Here's a look at what I did, where I went, and of course, what I made.
Unlike with past residencies, I had a project plan this time, and it helped me get into the swing of things right away. I knew in advance there were certain trails I wanted to hike, views I wanted to seek out, and even a few specific pieces I wanted to make. However, I was unprepared for the inspiration that found me during my week of exploration and reflection. Even though I created 25 pieces in 6 days, I ran out of time for all of the ideas that flooded my mind. It was exactly what I needed, I’d been feeling very stuck with my work lately, like I’m making the same things over and over (because that’s what sells, not because that’s what I want to make). This time alone, in a new surrounding, opened up my eyes.
I truly enjoyed staying in the remote cabin, surrounded by mountain laurel and pine trees (and deafening cicadas at night!). No AC, no TV, not much internet connection, and I even used a pot holder to block the clock on the stove all week, because I didn’t want to know what time of day it was. I ate when I was hungry, slept when I was tired, hiked all morning, created all afternoon, and went joy riding every evening. Time flew by, but it also stood still.
Wildacres Retreat is a magical place, if you ever have the opportunity to visit (either with a group to the conference center or on your own as an artist-in-residence). The location is off the Blueridge Parkway in Little Switzerland, NC and it’s hidden in the woods, with a beautiful mountain view and a friendly atmosphere that encourages creativity and the betterment of humanity.
In addition to thoroughly exploring the Wildacres property, which boasts miles and miles of trails, I also ventured out each day in a different direction to see what I could see. I checked out nearby towns including Spruce Pine, Little Switzerland, Marion, Old Fort, and Chimney Rock. I hiked multiple trails each day (outside of the Wildacres property) and those took me to mountain tops, dense forests, and waterfalls. Some of my favorite spots include the top of Hawksbill Mountain (pictured above) where I was completely alone at the top of the world, letting the wind whirl around me. I loved my hike to Yellow Fork Falls (pictured below), racing the radar one morning, where I not only got there in record time because I was moving so darn fast to beat the rain, I also managed to not get my Mini Cooper stuck on what was very much an off-roading experience that in hindsight was probably a bad idea. We made it out alive!
Other favorite moments:
Driving all the way to the top of Mount Mitchell, the highest peak east of the Mississippi, only to be surrounded by dense fog (or were they clouds?) and not minding one bit. I’m sure the view is great on a clear day, but I loved that somber moody feel and plan to felt a piece inspired by what I saw / what I didn’t see.
Getting rained in one afternoon. The remnants of Storm Debby made their way to the North Carolina Highlands midweek and pounded the cabin roof for hours. I loved it. It gave me an excuse to take a break from hiking, take a nap, and do a little painting, something I never seem to make time for.
Cruising the ever-curving Blueridge Parkway and happily breaking for more fully grown bucks than I’ve ever seen in my life alive, not mounted on a wall, and at least 30 wild turkeys, including a swarm of baby “turklets,” as I like to call them. Everybody saw bears except me.
Having the last dinner on campus with the other two artist-in-residence Emma van Halsema, a talented plein air painter who works in animation, and Kathy Schwille, author of What Luck, This Life. We shared a bottle of wine, we shared about how impactful the week had been, and it was just wonderful connecting with these two women, even though we had mostly spent the week in solitude.
Watching the sun set every night from a different overlook on the parkway. The sky never looks the same. The mountains never look the same.
Artist residencies have become a big part of my life. To date I’ve been honored to do 8 residencies, and each time, that gift of space to explore and create changes me. Sometimes it’s a mental change - I learn to relax, I dream again, I get inspired. Sometimes it’s a skill change - I get really good at felting gradients, or I attempt to paint something way more detailed that I would normally attempt. And sometimes it’s a physical change - I take on a hike that’s probably beyond my abilities, but I enjoy it, even the soreness the next day, because I earned it. I never know what’s in store as artist-in-residence, or who I’ll meet, but I arrive with an open mind, a need for time away from my design job, my commission list, my never-ending to-do’s around the house. I’m so grateful to Wildacres Retreat for this gift of time and space. I will never forget the experience.
