This week, I call  her the Curator. She is up before down, re-arranging art in her head, thinking of prices, of labels, of cash, of her processing card for her Ipad. This week will be insane. Friday is the Creative Conference, a day long gather at Pompanuck. Saturday and Sunday, the Open House, nine artists, the shearer, the farrier, five poets, two big horses from Blue Star and a bunch of people from that farm, Mithra the Gardener will be here, herding with Fate and Red, visits with Chloe and the donkey. Friday will rain, Saturday and Sunday will be clear and cool.

Maria is in a trance, she loves curating and is good at it. The Studio Barn is re-cast as a gallery, magnets, beautiful sketches and paintings, fingerless gloves, jewelry, notecards, books, Intuition dolls, junk sculptures, colorful batik hangings and scarves, potholders. great and inexpensive art by original artists who are profoundly gifted. I am exhausted already. Maria is high as a kite.