The La-boratory at Fern Hill Cottage: The Home of My Artistic Soul

First, a movie for your viewing pleasure.



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Do you think this room knew before I lived here
what it would become?


Or is Its life more like ours....


Hoping.
Wishing.
Dreaming.


Growing.
Changing.
Chasing.

Pursuing our own self through time,


always one step behind,
until one day...

we Find ourselves,
Capturing,
Then Unfolding,
And Finally,
Revealing Thee True Nature of Being.


Then we can look at all these gathered up and collected bits,
and know...
This is what our insides look like,
and finally arrive at some appreciation
of the person we don't know we already are.


During my investigation, here's what I've found out about this room.


While it awaited creation,
it swirled around Thee Pool of Incandescence,
and imagined It's Self formed...

of gossamer bags filled with ghostly moon faces
married to bags filled with Time,


of glass jars overflowing with moss,


of dried gourds with hidden seeds just waiting to be shaken,


of flowers long ago bloomed,


of buds never opened
which dried into a beautiful form all their own,


of rusty stars leaned on green glass jars
filled with birch bark from a friend,


of luminous coins longing to be spent,


of herbal leaves lying behind oddities to admire,


of Chinese Lanterns to enlighten the way,


of feathers made of flight,


of fuzzies bristling in many directions,


of strange unknown pods gathered on a walk,


and of birds that freely sit in cages with doors wide open...


or not there at all.
(Because truly, caged birds make it sad. Me too.)


But mostly
I believe
It imagined Its Wondrous Self formed of Art of many varied kinds.


And when I finally realize all this,
I notice that the dusk has crept over the day.


And night brings her shroud of hush
around the world out~side of this space.
That is the time when the shadows begin their play,
About Adventure and Thee Loves of Luck.


And it gets darker and darker and harder to see
that is when this room reminds me of me...


I am color,


and I am words mixed with beautiful images,


and I am light and dark and all the I am~s in between,


and I am enchanted by nature,


and I am lead by an unknown intelligence
that never never ever leaves my side,


but most of all,
I am Art of many varied kinds.


So now it is proven,
We are not where we began 4 years ago.
Progress has been made.
But nor are we at where we end.
We are delightfully somewhere in the development of the idea of us,
me and my room,
and of the life we share together.


Meliss