For an artist living in this town the Danforth building has long been a landmark. It had already gone through some machinations by the time I became an active participant in the 80s.
My buddy Parks was the Director. He decided to name a Resident Artist. I came down and said, "Hey!! What about me??"
He said, "OK, there can be two!"
I rolled out my bedroll behind the desk and painted upstairs under the skylight.
Many artists have called this place home over the years. It's gone from a gallery to an art center and now has found new strength in its identity as a museum.
I was happy to see the full moon peeking its head, completing the composition. Exerting that tidal pull. No matter I am now an old woman and not that young crazy one. Still celebrating wildness, honoring my truth.