Good Hart Artist Residency

It is with the absurdity of human hubris that I believe that the universe scheduled these two weeks to happen at the precise moment when it would be most needed, yet that is precisely how it feels. On the heels of two of the biggest, most psychologically demanding products of my career and smack in…

This has to be the best and most reflective residency I’ve done, considering it’s immersion in nature and closeness to the water. My heart feels full and my mind feels a lot clearer. 

Our time at Good Hart Residency has repaired us, restored us and rejuvenated us. With deep gratitude and appreciation – The Berman Akers Family

Good Hart, March Every stone is beautiful in the golden hour eyes peeled hands in pockets mouth masked  it’s gusty and the waves are filled to their crests with light roaring louder than beneath our dripping overpass the ice lies in striated floes tips out  over the incoming tide in shelves and humps  larger swells…

I hit my writing goal, I skied, I ate bumpy cake, devoured Tom’s Mom’s Cookies, found signs of whitetail deer, porcupine, opossum, fisher, coyotes, bobcat, 5x woodpecker, bald eagles (They’re here!), a bunch of passerines and countless sunsets that would make Floridians cry. This place is a “layer of heaven”, and I am so glad…

The days I went for a walk were my most creative. There is something invigorating about the outdoors, especially looking at Lake Michigan. Even today, in the cold snow, I found myself staring at the Lake through what felt like small hail – for fun! What I appreciate most about my time here, was the…

When I arrived in Good Hart, the leaves were all yellow and marigold, crimson and ochre. In the time I’ve been here, the leaves have fallen, but somehow Good Hart remains just as beautiful in its winter hues. Perhaps one of the most difficult things about writing – and I’m sure about any art form…

Visitation Today I saw a pileated woodpecker,several years ago an owlan egret just the other daybrowsing the bed of a pond.They come like gueststo the wrong front porch,meant to meet someonepreparing for them.I open the doorand wave them inwith nothing to offerbut awe.

Thank you  Cozy house with high ceilings and grand windows that gave me room to expand… Cozy bed in which I dreamed I was flying over Northern Michigan, all black trees below.  Real cooks kitchen, with a sharp knife and everything else at hand.  Freezer of endless bounty  Artists who have been here before me, for all…