Natalia Fernandez

Over a month has passed since my departure from Bearnstow. This summer, I was gifted with the opportunity to spend 10 weeks in residency at this very special place, with some very special people. I miss the sounds, smells, sights, and spirits of Bearnstow deeply.

I carve out moments of each day to remember. I close my eyes and see myself floating, supine, Parker Pond filling my ears. I recall the volume of each cleansing breath, so amplified by the stillness of the water that breathing became foreign, exciting and new.

Thank you Reg, Fran, Molly, Bebe, KJ, spirits of creativity, and dear fellow campers. Waiting patiently for the Bearnstow tether to draw us together again. 💙🌀

Indulging myself with a scrapbook-y post. ->

cabin windows were portals

Hearts in the bstow kitchen!

cara stayed for a visit. Friendship! 🫶🏻

certainly kept our commitment to laughter

making dances in the mail hall with olive

This was the summer I began weaving my writings into photos. Tester.

dancing in my favorite smock and Abbey on harmonium. 🎶

Hands becoming loons.

Abbey and Olive playing & beckoning.

Fran and I jumped into a pond, fully clothed, and then danced on the floating docks for the folks of Mount Vernon.

Photo by Dawn Stitt. Devised and performed a new group dance called ‘sputtering’.

tensegrity. Bebe and angie’s workshop.

weepy good-byes (for now)

emergency prosecco became celebratory prosecco. Thank you Sarah!

the pond seen from my bedroom wall.

improvisation. Daily. The sounds of barefoot dancing on wood floor.

a golden view from cabin 7.