My partner and I live in an abandoned Tomato Factory in Southern Indiana. The dream that the callouses on our hands speak of involves an artist residency related to grieving and holding space for things ending well. We are seeking to serve the community we live with through the gifts we have received(which include): sculpting, yoga instruction, hospice nursing, poetry, nutritional counseling, woodworking, acroyoga, music-making, mystery-honoring, and beauty-seeking.


The old tomato factory, Paoli, IN 47454, Planet Earth. (it'll work)