Things I Didn’t See Coming
The adjustment period. I assumed I’d get straight to work when I got to the Woods. I didn’t account for the days I’d need to calibrate myself to the space. When you’re introduced to a new space, you’re introduced to everyone and everything that’s been in it. Considering the history of the land, plus my own stories that color the way I see the world, it took a couple days to adjust to this unfamiliar landscape.
The intimacy of the living space. Artists and staff share the kitchen. While artists are technically at home, staff members are on the clock at work. This created a weird dynamic for me because I don’t wanna have small talk when I’m home…or ever for that matter. After the first week, the initial awkwardness wore off a bit and conversations felt more fluid. Staff kept normal business hours, so by 5pm they were headed out and weekends were quiet. The close living quarters did enhance artist-to-artist interactions. The intimacy of the space allowed us to establish deep connections fairly quickly.
The land’s histories of slavery and violence are less than 350 years old - recent occurrences in the context of its 5000-year history. The full-disclosure of these stories by the organization is even more recent. So really, all of this just happened. It’s still fresh. I picked up on an uneasiness akin to the energy you feel after walking into a room where an argument or fight took place. It was dense and I was disoriented by it. Not until weeks after the residency ended was I able to comprehend that the land is much older than its slave stories. It’s not solely identified by what happened after 1682. But because the violent histories are the most recent, they’re the loudest, and they tend to suffocate the land’s true depth of beauty.
The necessary healing of these histories is two fold. Enough time has to pass for the density to dissipate and it has to be intentionally processed. When artists gather on the land, bring their gifts, talk amongst one another and help tell the stories of those who live(d) there, it helps air out the space. Still, spirit calls for restitution.
A disagreement. I got into a fight with one of my favorite people and it threw me off. I was up late crying and woke up drowsy with puffy eyes, then had to smile in the faces of staff members while I made my smoothie. Then had to keep working.
The noise across the street. There was a nearby factory of some sort that buzzed through the night and day. An interesting juxtaposition, sounds of the forest underscored by industrial din.