Airy Knoll, or Fairy Knoll as I am considering callings it (on account of the magic like atmosphere), has treated me wonderfully for the past two weeks. During that time I have made new friends, taken thousands of photographs, and realized that is about time that I made a book about that place.
Over the course of the past 4 years, I have let my heart become one with those beautiful Virginia hills.
Although I have felt as if I belonged there since I was a child, it has been the last few years that have shaped me. Changing how I see the world. World class poets and artists have given me their time and attention, and treated me as an equal. People like Suzanne Stryk, an incredible naturalist, painter, renaissance woman, and Thomas Heffernan, an English teacher with enough knowledge to choke a legion of horse, and a world class poet (possibly be the best English language writer of Haiku). Of course this world is all brought together by my amazing mentor Elizabeth Ross, someone who has never taken no for an answer (especially when it comes to trying to give people hair cuts).
Whether it is the people who come to the land, or some property of the land itself that changes how people interact, there is something purely magical about Airy Knoll.
It astounds me how much I have learned, and how much I've grown in the past few years. Not just as an artist, or photographer, but as a human being.
Those of you who know me, and/or Airy Knoll, will have an a good understanding of what I'm talking about.
Over the years that I've spend there, I have taken thousands and thousands of photos. Written page after page of journals. Washed more dishes than I like to think about. And made more memories than I can actually remember.
It is with great hope and excitement that I will start to imagine, dream, write, and show how Airy Knoll has affected me.
I look forward to sharing much much more.