I have been photographing the Fall Squam Art Workshops since Fall 2008. Each year I walk away inspired by the creativity I see expressed in the classes and the courage shown by each woman that has made making the trip a reality for themselves. Getting away to nourish yourself takes courage. At least for me it does.
This was my third September at Squam and the first that started out warm. I slept with the windows open that first night…listening to the loons and whipporwhils…waking early with a big smile as I listened to what the Indians call “female rain”…feeling the deep calm of where I was, suddenly aware that I was there.
I kneaded and rolled, sliced and sauteed. I cut, glued, painted, sketched and transferred. I fussed with the details. I always made the effort to try that one thing I would normally never do, to try the one color I almost never pick.
That place, these people, those few days, create such a shift in me...more and more each time...that I have to express my gratitude.
what transpired was beyond what i could have ever expected. through the unique, layered, and delicate well of creation, each woman shared, released, and transformed themselves *into* their artwork.
I have never before experienced such creativity and support in my life. It was incredibly rewarding and I cannot wait to go back next year. I met so many amazing people and got the opportunity to take classes with such talented teachers (and students!)
can a dream really keep coming true over and over and over? i guess it can, because for the fourth time i had the good fortune of attending Squam Art Workshops two weeks ago. and every time it gets better. there is just nothing like spending 5 days on a glorious lake with 150 kindred spirits!
i’ve been writing this post in my head over and over again. you see, squam was huge for me in so many ways, and it’s hard to put into words what i experienced. i stretched myself creatively and felt intensely inspired by those around me who were also taking chances and opening themselves up in new ways.
And now, a week after I have been back, I still hold a bit of Squam with me, the peace and quiet of my mornings on the dock drinking coffee, the warmth and fun of my nights spent huddled around the fire with the two best cabinmates I could ask for, a small feeling of tranquility and peace that I owe in part to my experiences there. I can’t wait to go back next year.
Deep gratitude to Elizabeth McCrellish, the founder-goddess of Squam who gave me my first teaching opportunity and who graciously asked me to come back.
This year, I was very lucky to take 4 very different and equally inspiring classes at Squam Art Workshops. Hand Lettering was another fascinating class, not in the least conventional as what you would normally imagine by hearing the word "lettering".
Squam Art Workshops…a place I dreamed of going for years. When I read about it (before attending) it seemed dream-like…lake side retreat, creative hearts and minds, classes by some of my favorite artists, music and sharing. It was all that and so much more!
Have you ever felt so engaged by the people around you, so ignited by a collective, creative spark, so passionate about what you’re doing that you exhaust yourself? This is the paradox of Squam
Squam really was mind blowing. Everyone was amazingly welcoming, I learned so much from the brilliant teachers that were there.
Oh, Squam Art Workshops you are so much more than just a creative retreat, and I feel grateful to have spent another week where time stood still on the shores of your lake.
Four days of creative bliss with like-minded people taking classes in quilting, mask making, block printing, knitting, embroidery, woodworking, sewing, yoga, photography, etc. In other words, cool stuff I don’t normally get to do because I feel like I should be cleaning my house and going to work.
This past week I was in New Hampshire for an incredibly fun and relaxing fiber arts/needlework retreat, Squam Art Workshop. Home again, I'm a little sad it's over (missing my new friends!) and crossing my fingers I can go back next year, but I'm also feeling really inspired by all the lovely things everyone was making.
I'm back from the Squam Art Workshops on Squam Lake in New Hampshire. Five days of sketching, knitting, crocheting, embroidering, learning, laughing, meeting new people from all over, hiking rocky trails, swatting mosquitoes.
Back from SAW. As always, hard work that it's hard to complain about. The setting is so beautiful, the people so kind and the vibe so awesome that it feels like a privilege to be able to work there. How can I not feel so, when this was my classroom.
Deep breath. Tea and snack at my side. Many thoughts surfacing about how I can communicate the essence of my experience with you. I'm going to go slowly, okay? I really want to tell you so much...
We call it "re-entry". That feeling that overcomes you when you re-enter your life after spending 4 luscious days at Squam. Re-entry sucks. But the magic abounds...
Last year I moved outside my comfort zone by taking classes that I thought would stretch me, and they did. Right past my breaking point.
this was the best time i’ve ever had at camp. the schedule was jammed packed and then just at the end it slowed down and gave me a chance to really enjoy and take it all in.
and once you’re here, your worries and cares quickly dissolve…
I’m pretty sure that, besides new friends and the time and space to be, this is the gift that Squam gave me.
I have never experienced four days of such positive, creative energy in my life! The people I met were amazing, and talented, and friendly, and I learned so much from all of the teachers and classes, and also just from my fellow cabin mates and workshop attendees...
It was filled with fiber-inspired classes, lots of time for knitting, hiking, chatting, imagining, and soul-filling goodness. And it was exactly what I needed.
I've been back for over a week now, and I'm still struggling to put into words my experience at Squam Art Workshops. Why, I don't know, but the words have been alluding me - slipping away before becoming fully formed.
One of the challenges of explaining Squam to someone who hasn’t been is that so much of the experience defies words. I’ve taken to describing it as a four day hug where you make stuff.
At the beginning of the month I spent a few days in the woods of New Hampshire for a creative retreat called Squam Art Workshops or SAW. I had heard great things about it and was so excited to spend a few days teaching embroidery at a beautiful, lakeside camp surrounded by makers....