Day two of our eighth annual Open House began with cold, rain and strong winds. At first, we thought we would have to call off day two, but the rains stopped and the Sisters Of The Shawl, Maria’s belly dancing class, braved the rain to dance, an eager daughter in tow.
Maria is not ready to dance in public yet, perhaps soon. It was a lovely day in many ways, a small but steady stream of wonderful people, and I found to my pleasant surprise, that I had time to talk to them and listen to them.
I am always surprised how far people come to meet me and Maria and see the dogs. I’ll put up some portraits. today and tomorrow.
Red, Fate and Bud were big hits with the sheep. Somebody opened the farmhouse door and let Fate led Bud out without our knowing it. Fate runs to the sheep whenever she gets out, poor Bud panicked and ran towards the highway, one of the dancers saw him and stopped him and held him until I got out with a leash.
It was too close a call for me, he’s always in a crate when we go out but I just came out to sign a book for someone. I think Bud was overwhelmed by all the people and attention, and just lost his bearings, he never goes anywhere near the road.
More lessons about vigilance, I had no idea Fate had slipped out and that Bud had followed her.
I loved the conversations I had today – Linda, who drove five hours from Rochester to meet me, she has been reading my books and the blog since I started it in 2007, she knows the whole story, poor thing. She was great.
And Heidi and Ashley showed up to talk photography with me and go and meet the donkeys. I did four sheepherding demos, and although the crowd wasn’t large, it was steady and filled with wonderful people.
Maria and I are talking about how to make the Open House better, even simpler, and more inclusive of our readers online who can’t be here. We have some exciting ideas to kick around, we’ll share them soon.
Stay tuned. I love this Open House, it was affirmative, warm and inspiring for me. So many stories of good people seeking to make their way in the world. Maria is exhausted, tomorrow she will sort through the receipts so she can pay the artists quickly. Despite the small crowds and bad weather, she sold a fair amount of art.
Tomorrow, we have a lot of work to do getting the farm back in some kind of order.
As always, we are thinking about our many readers, friends and followers who can’t get to our farm. Most of our blog readers don’t live nearby, and many have asked to see the art being sold and perhaps have a chance to buy some.
It’s a fair request, and Maria is happy to sell her art and the work of the gifted artists who bring their work here every year.
As you can see from the video, there is some amazing work here in this outpost of rural America, creativity grows and thrives everywhere. So here’s a tour of the Schoolhouse Studio done this morning.
Beautiful shawls, paintings, mugs and bowls, batik, scarves, notecards and drawings, potholders and pillows. (Maria has four of her Vulva potholders left, she is nothing if not determined.)
It’s raining and misty here, don’t know how the weather will evolve, so if you see anything you like, it probably will be here for a while. Check it out and thanks for your interest.
If there is any art you would like to see, you can e-mail Maria: [email protected].
When I thought about what the Open House meant to me yesterday – gloomy day, rain, small crowds and all – what came to mind is Rachel Barlow.
Rachel is a Vermont artist, mother and spouse, she also a legendary multi-tasker (here, she is painting, talking to her sister on the phone, talking to me.
She is also a very valued friend.
She can actually multi-tasks more things that, during my writing workshop I’ve seen her talk about sentence structure, politics and also do tech support (her day job) at the same time.
Rachel suffers from bi-polar disorder and depression, she has also become an increasingly popular and well-known artist, she sketches, paints lovely water colors, and lately, has started doing oils.
She also writes children’s stores and has a blog where people can buy her art and read her funny, poignant and insightful writings about family and life. I like to say her family writing is the hip version of Erma Bombeck.
Rachel and I have known each other through the good and bad times, but we don’t ever quit on each other. Rachel’s challenge is that she has no idea how talented she is, she thinks everyone in the world is smarter and more creative than she is.
it has been the joy of a lifetime to see her develop and grow as an artist, something she seems to do every day.
Even though everything about her life calls into question that neuroses, it is a nut I have not yet been able to crack. I will keep on trying. She hasn’t run away from me yet.
Rachel is one of the most gifted artists and writers I have ever known, and I am proud to say she has been a student in every one of the Writing Workshops I have offered, we are heading into our sixth year of working together.
She and Maria have also become friends, and I think Maria has become a valuable inspiration to her, and she has become an inspiration to Maria.
No matter what is happening in Rachel’s life – and many difficult things have happened in Rachel’s life – she never stops writing, painting, sketching, creating.
I love Rachel very much, we are close enough that we rarely need to speak to each other. Rachel is forever struggling to balance her family – she has two sons, her work, and her art, a struggle that will almost surely never end.
For Rachel, as for many of us, the creative life is complicated, it always pits security and money and comfort against creativity, freedom and and meaning. Bit by bit, day by day, Rachel is winning.
it is never easy.
This year Maria invited Rachel to come and paint during the Open House, and Rachel agreed.
When she got here, she realized she had forgotten her canvas. Not to worry, she said, have you got a piece of wood or bark? Of course, Maria did, and Rachel said she would be happy to paint on that.
So she set the wood on her easel and went to work.
Whenever I saw Rachel during the day, she was surrounded by people watching her paint. How sweet that image, Rachel in her element (she is soon to become an art teacher in Southern Vermont) painting at our Open House.
I was busy and lost track of her.
Later that afternoon, long after the Open House had ended and everyone left, the dogs barked and Maria looked out the window. Sometimes people come later, sometimes they stay late.
“It’s Rachel,” said Maria. “She’s out there painting.” And it was Rachel, she had come back after tending to some work, she wanted to finish the painting, do some more work on it, she had been standing out in the mist and chill by herself, touching up her wood landscape.
She never told us she was there, or bothered us. I went out to see her.
“I’d like to buy that from you,” I said. “No,” said Rachel, “but I’ll trade you for payment for the class. (I actually don’t charge for the class, but there was no point in wrecking this opportunity).
Deal, I said. Rachel will finish up the painting at home and bring it to me next week.
Rachel has a great spirit. She has faced many difficult things, and continues to face many difficult things. Bi-polar disorder and depression are both things that cannot be cured, they can only be managed.
I think Rachel’s creativity has grounded and steadied her, it is now as large as the depression, and I have seen it take a larger and more important role in her life every time she sketches, writes or paints.
And she does all of those things brilliantly. How many people can say that? She will make a wonderful teacher, she understands are and the need for encouragement. I hope you never stop writing and painting, I said.
“Are you kidding?,” she answered. “That’s how I earn my teaching credits!”
I’m so glad we stuck it out with one another. She would never see it this way, but she has changed me as much or more as I have changed her. And she has taught me as much or more as I have taught her.
We had a stellar line-up of poets at the Open House today. From left, Amy Alden Herring “Flounder,” Jackie Thorne “Gone To Ground,” and Mary Kellogg “This Is My Life”, her mother Nancy is on her right.
It was a beautiful and emotional reading. We are grateful it was a part of our Open House.
Report From The Open House Carol Gulley reads a poem about Ed
The first day of our 8th annual Bedlam Farm Open House was wonderful, and also different. We had the smallest number of people ever to attend one of our Open Houses, and yet it was one of the most joyous, uplifting and touching Open Houses we have ever had.
Something is changing, and while I’m not sure what, I can’t say I care all that much about the size of crowds, although I did brag about them, but I do care about the Open Houses being relevant and important to people.
The Open Houses are going somewhere of their own accord, and Maria and I both want to go, and are being led to go there.
Our first Open House eight years ago drew 1,500 people. We always got many hundreds of people, the cars were always parked a half-mile down the road.
This morning’s Open House (it runs through tomorrow) drew about 200 all day, by far the lowest attendance we have ever had. Just a year ago, more than 700 people came.
We were surprised, we count on the sale of art to pay for the cost of the Open House, and for the first time ever it won’t. The sum is not huge, but it was a surprise.
Was it the gloomy and windy weather? Poor promotion? An anxious and distracted country? The absence of a published book of mine for the past two years? Competition from many other events? We don’t really know.
We won’t ever really know.
This morning, before the Open House began at all, Susan Riley messaged me on Facebook. “Never measure the open house by the number of people that attend but by the joy and happiness of the people that do come.”
It only matters in one way, it maybe a message to get down to the pure and joyous point of the Open Houses, just like Susan Riley said. They were never meant to be circuses or sold out rock concerts.
They were meant to be just like today and I suppose it took us eight years to get there.
This was good and prescient advice from Ms. Riley.
I will be honest, I have not ever enjoyed an Open House more.
Carol Gulley read some of her poems about Ed, who we honored today. Mary Kellogg got herself here – we did not think she could physically make it – to read from her new and fourth book, “This Is My Life.”
Mary has such a strong life force, she dug within herself and did a knock-out reading full of wisdom and humor and warmth.
The very wonderful artist Rachel Barlow is giving us an oil painting she did here today on the back of a piece of bark from a tree.
It is beautiful. Sara Kelly, another artist, made a digital woodcut of a donkey. Amy Herring and Jackie Thorne, two gifted poets in my Writing Workshop, read from their new books on poetry, books they published themselves.
Amy’s book is called “Flounder,” and will be sold at Battenkill Books, (518 677 2515), Jackie Thorne’s book is called “Gone To Ground: Selected Poems And Essays.” Both books are available for sale on Amazon.
Dozens of people came to meet Bud and watch Fate and Red (and now Bud) work on the sheep. Bud was a big hit, and so are Fate and Red. People love to see working dogs work. These dogs have a lot more fans than I do.
When, i wonder, did I slip a bit into that idea that bigger was always better, when in truth, it is rarely better, as I have learned so many times in my life?
Because of the low turnout, Maria sold less art than usual for her Open Housel, but she sold a lot for one day. No one wanted to buy her snappy new Vulva pillows. There is perhaps a bit of the martyr in all of us, I thought.
We were taken aback, we briefly wondered if it was time to rethink the idea of an Open House. Was it too antiquated and irrelevant in our time?
Maria noticed the smaller crowds – hardly anyone came until noon, an hour after the scheduled start. And in all fairness, it was a gloomy, chilly and forbidding day.
Maria and I were both initially surprised and deflated by the small crowd.
We got used to drawing the biggest crowds that come to our town each year, every year. I remember when the crowds were so thick – just a couple of years ago – that I had to rush through and past people to get to the next event.
I felt like a big shot when the Open Houses started, the Open Houses were expected to be big deals. Motels all around our town were booked, restaurants were full. I was a big shot.
Talk about stress. People who wished to talk to me were lucky they didn’t get shoved to the ground, and people were always coming up to me and saying they came to my Open House but never saw me.
So they left without saying hello or meeting me. I could barely get to the bathroom, there were always lines.
But I told her – she was in the Schoolhouse Studio much of the day – that this was a special day for me. I could actually talk to everyone who wished to talk with me, and isn’t that the very point of having the Open House?
I told Maria that it was in many ways the best Open House. Big crowds are flattering, but they are also intense and chaotic. I said I thought we needed just to have it, not to spend hundreds of dollars on it. We needed to take all that out of it.
Then we kind of came to our senses, and we thought the better idea was to simply invite people who want to meet us and our animals to come to the farm once a year, and only talk about it on our blogs – no promotion, no marketing, no weeks of gut-busting work and planning.
We would continue to invite artists like Mary Kellogg and Ed Gulley and Rachel Barlow and poets like Jackie Thorne and Amy Herring to come and paint, as she did today.
Just good people in our community coming together, meeting our animals, seeing the honest and beautiful art of rural life. The idea was always to have Maria and her band of very talented artists come to our farm to show and sell their work.
People who want to visit us can, simple as that.
We won’t hire or do anyone to do what we can do our selves, we won’t order a porta-potty or hire local kids to haul things around, we won’t have jazzy posters put up all over the place in color.
If 500 people show up, great. If 300 people show up, fine. If 50 people show up we’ll make it a luncheon. I am not invested in drama, struggle or rationalization, not at this point in my life. The Open House will be what it is, it will find its proper size and place.
I turn that over to the spirits.
I loved today’s Open House so much. I talked with good and caring people, and I had time to talk to just about each one.
They wanted to know about Bud and how he was doing, they loved watching Fate run in circles around the sheep, they loved Red’s focus and presence.
They wanted to know about my work, my publisher never asks me abut my work.
These were the kind of people who hugged me when they introduced themselves. They felt like friends, not fans.
They read my work, they follow my life, they love my dogs.
How blessed Maria and I are to attract those kinds of people to our home.The Open Houses are more intimate now, they feel more like family gatherings than big-deal events. That’s what happens when you actually talk to people.
I read a study recently that found that Americans were going out to fewer and fewer events, they were spending more and more time on social media, smartphones and computers. I think there is something to that.
We are, as a nation, forgetting how to talk to one another. At our Open House, we remembered.
One woman cried telling us how much our marriage meant to her, and our struggle for happiness. Another, Holly, came to the Open House with her husband and two small children, she works at Bennington College.
She told me when she was a new and lonely student in a Buffalo winter a few years ago, she holed up in her room with all of my books, and they got her trough those first weeks.
Ever since, she has been looking for a way to thank me person to person. The Open House gave her a way.
Holly
So Holly came to the Open House to thank me, and she said it was an honor to meet me, and now, she has found my blog and reads it daily. Holly was, for me, the face of the Open House.
She just wanted to thank me face to face. The honor was all mine. That kind of gratitude seems rare in America.
Maria started to cry when she introduced the poet Mary Kellogg, who struggled to her feet and leaned against bench to stand up while she gathered the strength to read from her new and almost certainly final volume of poetry, “This Is My Life.”
Mary means so much to us, and she told us it meant the world to her to be able to come to the Open House and read her work. Her daughter Nancy said we had no idea how much this meant to Mary.
But we do. This was such a powerful moment, Mary is now living in an adult home and suffering growing memory loss.
She is clear enough – she has fierce spirit, and is honest enough and smart enough to know this was surely her last poetry reading at one of our Open Houses, she has come to read at every one of our eight years of Open Houses.
I do not mourn what I can no longer have, but I shake my head and my heart sinks to think of an Open House without Maria. It is very likely to be that Open House that year.
As I get older, I sometimes wonder if there are things about my life that I just don’t wish to face. Older people often fade away in the minds of younger people. But today, I felt as if I was just learning how to face my life and love it.
Almost everyone was in tears as Carol Gulley read from her touching poem, Butterflys And Crows, written in memory of her late husband Ed Gulley, my best friend, who came out as an artist as well as a dairy farmer at our Open House three years ago, and sold his first works of art here.
He died in August of brain cancer. We miss him, especially at the Open Houses, where he came to rant about milk prices and sell his art on our lawn.
And there was Bud, who became another loved Bedlam Farm Dog, about 100 people came to meet him and congratulate us for getting him, and for his amazing acclimation. One hundred people is not a lot for one of our Open Houses, but it is a huge amount of people to take the trouble to come and see us and him.
And there was Maria tucked away in her studio all day selling art, keeping track of sales and money, pushing so hard for her artists to sell their work. She loves curating art shows. She is very good at it.
Was our Open House a success or a failure? A friend of mine said it was “lackluster.” I think she meant it was quiet. But I didn’t feel that way at all, not from where I stood. The joy and feeling and emotion was overwhelming to me.
How can any gathering have more joy and feeling than that? How can there be a better Open House?
I suppose it depends on how you look at it. By modern media standards, it would probably be considered dismal, there were not thousands of people lining up to cheer.
How can I say how much I loved taking people to meet the donkeys and telling stories to wide-eyed people curious about Simon and Lulu and Fanny? People care about our lives because they are interesting and have meaning to us, we’re not marketing Hollywood mega-movies.
It may not be clear how much I love explaining Red and Fate and now, Bud, to the groups of people who lined our pasture fence crowded our pasture fence to see these remarkable dogs do their remarkable things.
I am so proud of my farm, my donkeys, my dogs, and of the rich and creative content Maria has made herself and has assembled in the Studio Barn. She just sparkles with energy and creativity.
I love telling the story of Red. And Fate. And now, Bud. I’m a good story-teller and it lifts me up.
Is a couple of hundred people a big crowd?
The truth is, it is an enormous crowd when it comes to love and compassion and community.
We will do it again, I am sure, and learn to let nature take its course and accept the result. The people were came were joyous and happy, I could see it in their eyes.
It is a curious thing, but in so many ways, the smaller the Open House gets the bigger it gets.
