Earlier in the month of May, I had the amazing opportunity to be a fellow at the Constance Saltonstall Foundation for the Arts as part of a new parent residency program. It’s an incredible space for creative work, and I’ve been trying to hold onto the magical quality of my time there.
The main house overlooks a pristine yard with a pine tree that sits off to the far edge. The tree seems to sit between two worlds—the one of the manicured lawn and the one of the wild, unkept landscape just beyond it. I found myself looking at the tree often during my time at Saltonstall and wondering how many artists and writers this tree has seen come and go over time.