Copernican Moment
Posted: April 3, 2026 Filed under: consciousness, Farming off the Farm, What is an Art Farm | Tags: artificial-intelligence, consciousness, philosophy, science, spirituality 1 Comment“The earth is flat” held firm for tens of thousands of years, until Aristotle, during a lunar eclipse, noticed circular shadows and thought differently: the Earth must be round. But still, all thought, the Earth must be at the center of the universe: “geocentrism” was a given.
And then, in 1543, a Renaissance polymath spoke truth to power, publishing De revolutionibus orbium coelestium (On the Revolutions of the Celestial Spheres), the defining and pioneering moment in the Scientific Revolution. Nicolaus Copernicus changed the world.
Johannes Kepler, the German mathematician and musical theorist, followed suit, between 1608 and 1621, with the three laws of planetary motion, a much needed defense of Copernicanism. Rene Descartes, in 1641, sealed the deal with his Meditations on First Philosophy; “Cogito, ergo sum” and Cartesian coordinates became the law of the rational mind.
From Copernicus to Descartes, in 98 years, the modern world was conceived, a conceptual shift so profound that life on planet Earth irrevocably changed. Rational science is so central to our age that it is hard to fathom how bold and pioneering were these men who challenged the Pope, Emperors and Kings, the entrenched orthodoxy, and the learned guardians of Medieval culture.
Martin Luther, no wallflower, reportedly said, “This fool wishes to reverse the entire science of astronomy; but sacred Scripture tells us that Joshua commanded the Sun to stand still, and not the Earth.” Calvin wrote, “Who will venture to place the authority of Copernicus above that of the Holy Spirit?”
Descartes, in fact, replaced the God-centered with the human-centered universe, and then separated the mind from the physical body and world, a duality that reigns still. But now, we are at a “Copernican moment of redefinition” of what it means to be human, argues Michael Pollan, the widely read author, journalist and professor, in his new book “A World Appears.”
The science of consciousness emerged in the 1960s as a niche fringe among eccentrics, then became mainstream by the 1990s, as Nobel-laureates Francis Crick (the DNA double-helix) and Gerald Edelman (unlocking antibody structures) published papers on neuroscience and consciousness. With the advent of AI, consciousness has become a high priority scientific field. Science empirically proves the physical world has stunning and myriad examples of intelligence, consciousness even, so the question pertains: what if the world is not the cartesian 2 or 3-dimensions, but multi-dimensional, not either-or but both-and?
Darwin, Pollan writes, “suggested that we think of the plant as a kind of upside down animal, with its main sensory organs and ‘brain’ on the bottom, underground, and its sexual organs on top, aboveground.” Man was the measure of all things, but in 2012, at Cambridge University, esteemed scientists gathered to issue the Cambridge Declaration on Consciousness, “the weight of evidence indicates that humans are not unique in possessing the neurological substrates that generate consciousness.”
Pollan describes Mimosa pudica, a tropical plant that can be taught to ignore a stressor, and remember what it has learned for more than twenty-eight days. “Plants can send and receive signals from other plants and alter their behavior in response to those signals. They can distinguish kin from competitors and both from their own selves.”
Intelligence is basically “the ability to solve problems,” so Stefano Mancuso, a plant scientist at the University of Florence, developed an experiment in which the root of a corn plant navigates its way through a maze, to locate and feast upon a quantity of ammonium nitrate – a cheese equivalent – which is to say, a great reward to a plant. The experiment has been repeated many times, with the exact same results.
Pollan continues, “In addition to sensing gravity, moisture, light, pressure, and hardness, root tips can also sense volume, nitrogen, phosphorus, salt, microbes, various toxins, and chemical signals from neighboring plants and fungi. Roots about to encounter an impenetrable obstacle or a toxic substance change course before they make contact with it.”
The intelligence of plants leads to the work of Suzanne Simard, the forest ecologist, whose work on the Mother Trees is empirically proven: fungi and roots facilitate communication and interaction between trees and plants, by exchanging carbon, water, nutrients and defense signals. Rather than competition, nature is cooperative. Which changes forever the Darwinian model of rational self interest.
In the “year of our lord 2026” artificial intelligence is being used to decode the communication among whales, crows, dolphins, elephants, primates and rodents. And so it might be that not “we the people” but all life “is created equal,” which means this “Copernican moment” brings the realization that intelligence – perhaps consciousness – is empirically found to be widespread, neither narrow nor limited to humankind.
So let’s revisit Descartes’ duality, the mind body split, in a world where men, since the advent of agriculture, have held the dominant role. Antonio Damasio, a Professor of Psychology, Philosophy, and Neurology, at the University of Southern California, and, additionally, an adjunct professor at the Salk Institute, believes that male scientists long considered feeling too “feminine” to seriously study. “It is one of the paradoxes of computer science,” he writes, “that the ‘higher’ capabilities we once thought of as uniquely human—reason, language, intelligence—have proved easier for machines to master than the more elemental capabilities we share with animals, including feelings and emotions.”
Pundits would have us believe the scepter of AI hangs overhead, but prudence urges that we remember AI has been modeled by and upon the narrow confines of logic, algorithms and statistical probability, not the elemental array of emotions that make up the extraordinary depth and breadth of life, among all species. I am not downplaying the serious risks of AI but pointing to emotional vitality as a largely under explored and resilient domain. AI is a tool, and every tradesperson knows we need be smarter than our tools. Once we accept that intelligence is pervasive far beyond mere humans, even gender fluidity seems but one small step for humankind. It is a wild time in which my children come of age.
Rumors of social decay are not exaggerated, but they may be an early indicator of a more fundamental flowering that begs to emerge. Multi-dimensional consciousness may be to the mono-rational what monotheism is to panentheism; an expanded consciousness neither makes science moot, nor does it push God aside, but expands dynamically the potential for understanding and embracing all of life, which could bring new solutions to today’s ever increasing problems.
Annaka Harris, author of “Conscious: A Brief Guide to the Fundamental Mystery of the Mind,” explains why consciousness is foundational and ubiquitous:
We’ve done all our science with the assumption that consciousness emerges at a certain level of information processing. But what if we started from the opposite assumption — that consciousness is fundamental and everywhere? Instead of treating conscious experience as a byproduct, we’d treat it as the foundation. That might help us understand phenomena we’ve struggled with.
There’s something exciting about realizing that something you felt 99% sure about wasn’t quite right — or was entirely wrong. It paves the way for new questions and better understanding. If we’re willing to admit we have made incorrect assumptions and apply our tools more creatively, we might finally get somewhere. We might start seeing the Universe for what it is — maybe even as conscious.
Misery
Posted: February 27, 2026 Filed under: Child Centered Activities, Farming off the Farm, What is an Art Farm 1 CommentMisery loves company, which is why we did the tiling work as a team, laying 259 square feet of tiles on hands and knees. The work is finished now and indeed, “teamwork makes the dream work,” which saying the end result has proved.
To make a distraction from tiling, we played the “Greek Syllabification” game. In fact, this was a lesson in logical thinking and, even though the local schools were on February Break, our Art Farm Academy remained open for business.
My son’s Language Arts teacher, known as “The Magister,” created the game as, “…an excellent, brief object lesson in logical thinking…a fitting complement to his thinking about and then articulating how an English sentence can be composed one way or another to suit the purpose of the statement. …it’s time to slyly ratchet up his ability to think and express himself more critically–and at the same time build his pride and confidence, which the strangeness of the Greek can occasion.”
I dared not tell my son this was an assignment, but instead spoke of the “game,” with four basic rules:
- Every word is made up of syllables and consonants.
- Every syllable makes one sound.
- The sound of a syllable is made by a vowel, or by a consonant with a vowel.
- To syllabify means to divide a word into its syllables.
Seven letters are vowels in Greek: α, ε, η, ι, ο, ω, υ. The combinations of αι and οι make up one vowel, which combination is called a diphthong. A Greek word has as many syllables as it has vowels or diphthongs.
While the Professor and I worked on our hands and knees, my son set up a table and chair, and we began. The contrast in postures was as comical as playing the game was wildly impractical. But we pushed on enough to lay both the game’s ground rules as well as more tiles.
Another assignment during last week was to calculate the degrees of the triangle formed from our first day’s tiling work. My son knows that every triangle contains 180 degrees, and our day’s work was a right triangle, meaning a 90 degree angle at the base. Using a tape measure, we found the hypotenuse was 115″ but the sides were not equal – one was 71” while the other was 90” – and if not equal then the angles could not both be 45 degrees. We needed trigonometry, not geometry, to solve the ratio of the sides of a right-triangle to find a specific angle.
My daughter, who excels in high school, was amazed that we would tackle trigonometry but such was the task at hand. Conventional schooling regards trigonometry as a subject for Junior or Senior year of high school, but anyone in the trades learns that you use the tool when needed. My son has already studied ratios so this was a chance to apply that knowledge.
Our problem, it turns out, has been discussed as far back as the Babylonians and Egyptians; was refined by the Greek astronomers, but Aryabhata, an Indian mathematician, discovered the terms used today: sine and cosine.
The word “sine” is derived from the Latin “sinus” which means “fold in a garment,” but that was a mistranslation of the Sanskrit word “jya-ardha” which meant “half a bowstring;” the Sanskrit derived from Persian, which, in turn, came from the Greek “χορδή” which meant “a bow string made of gut.”
The Babylonian, Egyptian and Greek astronomers were trying to understand arcs in a circle, which is the shape of the cosmos. Trigonometry became their language to divide a circle in order to map the heavens, and thereby understand the movement of celestial bodies. Rich history lay behind the very tangible question of the triangle we laid on day one of our mudroom tiling.
“Sine” is simply the ratio between the right triangle’s hypotenuse and its opposite side; the 71″ Opposite divided by the 115″ Hypotenuse equals 0.617. Converting that ratio into an angle requires the inverse function known as the arcsin; given the known sides we want to know the angle they form, the space between. Because the math to calculate the arcsin is complex, we used a calculator, but the concept became clear: our tiling had angles of 90, 38, and 52 degrees (which add up to 180). Not surprisingly, the Greek letter theta θ is used to represent the unknown angle. The strangeness that Greek can occasion!
Our Art Farm, then, teaches a practical truth that life is about problem solving, not meeting the metrics of a school curriculum. And in the “there are no coincidences” department, the Goddess happened to read to us a passage written by Melody Beattie about solving problems:
When we spend more time reacting to a problem than we do solving it, we miss the point. We miss the lesson; we miss the gift. Problems are a part of life. So are solutions.
A problem doesn’t mean life is negative or horrible. Having a problem doesn’t mean a person is deficient. All people have problems.
Recovery does not mean immunity to or exemption from problems; recovery means learning to face and solve problems, knowing they will appear regularly. We can trust our ability to find solutions and know we’re not doing it alone. Having problems does not mean life is picking on us. Some problems are part of life; others are ours to solve, and we’ll grow in necessary ways in the process.
Face and solve today’s problems. Don’t worry needlessly about tomorrow’s. When they appear, we’ll have the resources necessary to solve them.
Indeed, our core curriculum increasingly is the very practical lesson of stepping up to life to solve problems. And about that game of Greek Syllabification? By Sunday my son had finished the task. Greek is the least of the lesson. The point is to play by the rules and gain confidence in approaching and working through the unknown. Some serious mental gymnastics ensued, as he worked this through, including pronouncing the words after breaking them into the syllables.
1) ανεω (silently) 3 syllables: α νε ω
2) ερος (love) 2 syllables: ε ρος
3) θεωρος (spectator) 3 syllables: θε ω ρος
4) παμφαινω (to shine) 3 syllables: παμ φαι νω
5) ανθρωπος (man) 3 syllables: αν θρω πος
6) λιλαιομαι (to desire) 4 syllables: λι λαι ο μαι
7) νομοθετης (lawgiver) 4 syllables: νο μο θε της
8) ανοικτιρμων (merciless) 4 syllables: αν οικ τιρ μων
9) συγκαθιστημι (to bring together) 5 syllables: συγ κα θισ τη μι
10) χρυσεοπηνητος (woven with gold) 6 syllables: χρυ σε ο πη νη τος
















Realpolitik vs. Real People
Posted: October 24, 2025 Filed under: consciousness, Farming off the Farm, What is an Art Farm | Tags: egypt, vermont 2 CommentsRecent world events have brought remarkable promise, for the hope of peace, in a region where crushing violence has been the norm for centuries. It has been achieved by actors on the great stage, using common people as pawns, in their quest for domination. The signing of the Gaza peace plan was described by one publication as “a brutal lesson in realpolitik.”
Realpolitik is the pragmatic approach, valuing practical and material factors while ignoring ethical questions or abstract ideals. The term was first used in Germany in 1853. Niccolo Machiavelli and Henry Kissinger are its standard bearers, but the world today is rife with alpha strongmen practitioners.
“The Great Man Theory” was developed in the same era as realpolitik. The Scottish man of letters, Thomas Carlyle, developed the idea, in 1840, arguing that history is the impact of highly influential individuals – men – of superior intellect, heroic courage, strong leadership even divinely inspired:
“Universal History, the history of what man has accomplished in this world, is at bottom the History of the Great Men who have worked here. They were the leaders of men, these great ones; the modellers, patterns, and in a wide sense creators, of whatsoever the general mass of men contrived to do or to attain; all things that we see standing accomplished in the world are properly the outer material result, the practical realisation and embodiment, of Thoughts that dwelt in the Great Men sent into the world: the soul of the whole world’s history, it may justly be considered, were the history of these.“
Realpolitik is, essentially then, the effect and the Great Man the cause of much of world history. And so these alpha males build monuments to themselves – arches or obelisks or pyramids or ballrooms – to reassure us by the monuments’ material presence, of the superior level of their being, of their vast accomplishments. Immense is the energy and treasury spent to remind us (or actually to reassure themselves), but history teaches that the common people, in fact, can get the last laugh.
Barre, Vermont is known as the “Granite Center of the World.” In the early 1800s vast granite deposits were found, which brought immigrants flooding into the Capital Region of the Green Mountain State. “Barre Gray” granite is sought worldwide for its grain, texture and superior weather resistance. It is estimated that one-third of all monuments in the United States are made from granite quarried in Barre.
Italian stone masons emigrated en masse to Vermont and these dark hair, dark-skinned people were among the lowest of the social register, the Venezuelans of their day. But their work was of the highest quality, and so when John D. Rockefeller – an alpha of American industry – began making plans for his family’s burial sites, his mausoleums and obelisks were crafted by the Italians of Barre. John D was buried beneath a 70’ tall obelisk, the tallest in Lake View Cemetery in Cleveland, from the largest single piece of granite ever quarried in America, carved by the lowly Italian stone masons.
The locals tell the story of how those craftsmen tricked the old man, using superb granite on their work-for-hire while keeping the superior stone for themselves, their night job, handcrafting their own tombstones. Hope Cemetery – called the “Uffizi of Necropolises” – in Barre is famous for the quality of its tombstones, 75% of which were designed by the occupants of the graves.
One might find comfort that when John D. Rockefeller, and those of his social strata, lay upon their death bed, mighty proud of their own accomplishments, self-certain of their immortality, it was the unnamed stone masons of Barre who saw clearly the vanity and sham of their monumentality.
The world today seems to run on realpolitik but let us hold hope that it is we the real people who hold the key to a brighter future. A fact laid bare in Barre, Vermont.
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Credit goes to Professor Nate of White River Junction, Vermont who shared the tale of Barre Italians. Thank you, Nate.





No Room at the Inn
Posted: June 13, 2025 Filed under: Chronicles of a First Time Parent, Farming off the Farm, What is an Art Farm | Tags: Epirus, Greco-Roman, molloxssian hounds, pitbulls 3 CommentsOur Art Farm resembles Noah’s Ark: two adults, two children, two rescue cats, and two rescue dogs all live here. Recently a Mother Raccoon moved into the ceiling above our porch, and with four kits, that became too much.
Her tenacity was remarkable. To gain access she gnawed through the fascia boards and the asphalt shingles. Last autumn I tried to discourage her by covering the access points with lead flashing, but she persisted and then chewed through the ceiling boards and more shingles. Neighbors stopped to tell me about our four-footed squatter. She would lean against the asphalt shingles, stare at my son through his bedroom window, like Mae West daring him to come and get her. I knew we had a problem but it rose to a climax when, at 3:30am last Thursday, our pitbull puppy needed to go out and, given the commotion above, refused to come back inside.
Our pitbull puppy is an animal of the most remarkable agility and athleticism. To see her on the prowl is to marvel at the animal kingdom. Pitbulls get a bad rap, but intensely loyal and loving to their owner, they are descended from the Mollossian hounds, the ancient dogs of war. The Greek kingdom of Epirus trained the hounds for war and herding. Shakespeare’s “Julius Caesar,” Marc Anthony’s line, “Cry havoc, let slip the dogs of war” is historically accurate. In Greek mythology, the goddess Artemis gave to Procris a dog that never failed to catch its prey. In the predawn light our puppy exhibited her heritage, racing across our front porch and back yard in search of her prey.
Our puppy was rescued from the streets of Webster Parish in Louisiana, and is 60% Pitbull, 27% Rottweiler, and 13% “Supermutt.” The Rottweiler breed evolved when the German barbarians bred sheep dogs with the mastiff-type dogs used by the Roman army on its military campaign through ancient Europe in the 1st century AD. Our loyal puppy is of Greco-Roman descent, proud to protect us at all hours of the day and night.
By mid-morning I began to rip out the ceiling boards. They were in quite bad shape and needed either to be repainted or removed. In fact, we plan to remove the entire front porch – it is not original to the house – so my task was both a step in that direction as well as a means to encourage the raccoons to move out.
The job was messy. Our puppy stayed inside while I laid out a tarp to catch the debris and the paint chips, which most likely were lead paint. I wore a mask and detritus rained down upon me. Animals have been living in that space for many years. Decades ago, word must have gotten around the town. Pre-covid, House Sparrows made their home there. It was awful. There in the corner cowered a raccoon. I stayed clear, and continued removing other boards. I needed to open up the entire front section of the porch ceiling.
I reached out to an animal rescue service, and the news became bad. Raccoons carry several parasites, including roundworm. A cornered mother can be vicious. No one was available to come trap and remove them, so the plan was to let them make their exit on their own time. Eventually the kits scurried about on the beams overhead. While their Mother went off in search of a new home, our puppy could hear the kits crying on the porch and stirred up great havoc, inside our house. Our puppy’s true nature was on full display. She could not be let out into the yard.
Throughout the afternoon the Mother worked her magic, carrying the kits – no longer so small – one-at-a-time by the scruff of their necks down our lilac bushes. We do not know where she went. One kit remained, and wailed for mama, but eventually Mama returned and then quiet filled the air. Later that evening, I took our puppy on a leash out into the backyard. She sniffed the air, and looked all around, even overhead, but nothing was turned up.
Quiet has returned to our front porch. My 4:00 am outings are less agitated. The Mother and kits have moved on. We wish them well and meant no harm, but there simply was no room at our inn.













“Trust Your Gut!”
Posted: December 20, 2024 Filed under: Chronicles of a First Time Parent, Farming off the Farm, In the Kitchen | Tags: bio-lactate fermentation, fermentation, food, kimchi, locavore, recipe, recipes, vegan Leave a commentShiva’s cosmic dance of destruction-creation is active in our kitchen this week. With the holidays here, we chose not to bake but to bio-lactate and the results have been well received. More importantly, our efforts provide healthy probiotics as compared to sugar-laden baked goods.
My daughter and I recently took a Kimchi making class at Frinklepod Farm in Arundel. It was a delightful Father-Daughter outing, and the mysteries of fermentation became clear; the fascinating chemistry whereby glucose, or six-carbon sugars, are converted into cellular energy and lactic acid. The anaerobic process results in an abundance of live microorganisms, probiotics that are highly beneficial for our digestive and immune systems. Trust your gut, indeed!
Fermentation is as old as the hills, has been practiced by everyone, everywhere, longer than memory serves. Good bread ferments; good cheese ferments; yogurt, pickles, sauerkraut…endless is the list. Milk fermentation predates the historical period, which puts the beginning somewhere in the Neolithic Revolution. Recipes for cheese production have been found in Babylonian and Egyptian texts, while Genghis Khan celebrated the Mongolian lunar new year with “white food” – fermented milk – as part of a shamanistic cleansing ritual. Louis Pasteur, active 1850s France, was late to the game.
Our “Christmas Kimchi” is named “le Roi Borgne” which hails from the French proverb “Au pays des aveugles, le borgne est roi,” which was popularized by the Dutch humanist Erasmus, who quoted the Latin “in regione caecorum rex est luscus,” to wit: “In the blind world, the one-eyed man is king.” Such truth has informed much of my life’s experience.
We use Napa Cabbage salted 2.5% by weight, then brined for an hour or two. A rice flour slurry is made with gochugaru (chili pepper flakes), sugar and fish sauce (our “le Roi Borgne” is not vegan), into which “matchstick” carrots, daikon, onion and scallion are tossed. The brine is rinsed from the cabbage and then all is mixed together and sits on the counter – but out of direct sunlight – for about three days.
The result is a delightfully tangy slightly sour kimchi, known as “Tongbaechu,” a Korean traditional style. Here is the recipe we used, viewed 29 Million times.
Serendipity has graced us. The ceramic pot in which we ferment came to us from Corea, Maine. By convention, it is an official Boston Baked Bean pot, which belonged to my wife’s maternal grandfather, but at our art farm it is now a cherished “onggi.”
“Know your food, know your farmer”…well, at Frinklepod Farm, Flora Brown and Noah Wentworth do amazing work, and their class was a godsend. http://frinklepodfarm.com/
Ger, who taught us, is a maker from the mid-coast. Her teaching was clear and cogent, fact-filled while fun. Robust is the wisdom of the locavore culture on this rocky coast. We are the better for it. https://redkettlekimchi.com/




Volts and Arc
Posted: November 22, 2024 Filed under: Chronicles of a First Time Parent, Farming off the Farm, Little Green Thumbs, Permaculture & Home Renovation | Tags: Factory 3, line welds, MIG welding, tap welds, weld pool, welding 1 CommentRecently my son and I took a MIG Welding class. Having no experience with welding we were absolute novices, eager to go.
We took the class at Factory 3, a local makerspace that provides work studios for artists, classes for the general public, a community to local makers. A vast open space, exceptionally well appointed with tools and equipment. Beau, the teacher, was superb, answering my many questions. Quickly arcing light was in our hands! There is no looking back.
MIG welding uses an electric arc, not fire. The arc is intense, so intense that it could cause sunburn or severe damage to the eyes; to protect our skin we wore a welding jacket and long pants, to protect our eyes an auto darkening helmet.
MIG stands for Metal Inert Gas, which is a process that fuses two pieces of metal together using 240 volt electricity and a steel alloy wire with copper coating. A constant voltage power supply creates an electric arc between the base metal and a wire electrode that is continuously fed through the welding gun, into the weld pool. A ground cable was clamped to the metal work table, and then positive electricity flows from the welding gun through the table.
The metal inert gas was 75% argon and 25% C02. The gas is non-flammable and serves to create a shield around the arc, preventing oxygen and water vapor from getting into the weld pool. Water would cause rust, which would make the weld fail over time.
Our tasks were basic, a series of “tap welds,” a temporary weld to hold the two pieces in place and a “line weld” which is the continuous weld along a joint, permanently fusing the two pieces of metal together.
The one hour class opened a new world of material and technique. Project ideas came flooding in. We have two staircases that need railings. Another class seems in the offing. A local friend who welds has offered to teach us more.
New materials. New techniques. Much to be made.











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Gardens are gleaned, emptied, final cabbage harvested, Brussel Sprouts alone remain. Soon we plant garlic, for a late spring harvest. A season of abundance has come to its end. We pause now for winter.






Like a Pearl
Posted: November 1, 2024 Filed under: Child Centered Activities, Chronicles of a First Time Parent, Farming off the Farm, What is an Art Farm | Tags: animal rescue, animals, dog, dogs, Grammy Rose Dog Rescue, pets 4 CommentsDuring the Great Plague of London, in 1655, a 22-year old named Isaac was sequestered. He used his isolation to invent “infinitesimal calculus,” the study of continual change. A remarkable achievement, hinting at great things to come from Sir Isaac Newton.
During the Covid lock down, our time of isolation, the Wentworths of Acton, Maine were sequestered and similarly productive, in an entirely different way. They used their time to construct six residential-style dog cabins, a welcome center with offices, a conference center and retail gift shop plus an Ice Cream Parlor and 18-hole Mini-Golf course.
The family has owned the land for generations, as far back as the American Revolution – their forebears served beside George Washington – and they wanted to honor the memory of their Grandmother “Grammy” Rose Kessler Wentworth. The buildings were completed over 18-months and in 2022 the Grammy Rose Dog Rescue & Sanctuary began operations. The Ice Cream and Mini-Golf generate revenues making it a self-supporting rescue center. https://grammyrose.org/
They entered adoption agreements with “kill shelters” around the country, primarily in the Deep South. There are so many stray dogs down there that the Sheriffs routinely pick them up from the side of roads and, rather than euthanize them, ship the dogs north to New England for adoption. Think of it as a modern day abolitionist above-ground railway.
We drove to Acton last Friday ostensibly “to look” at a puppy. But no one drives one hour one-way just “to look” so it was no surprise that we returned home with a 9-week old female puppy, recently arrived from Webster Parish in northwest Louisiana. The Mother was a lab-mix while the Father is unknown. She appears to have some Rhodesian Ridgeback in her.
Her adopted name was “Jayne Mansfield” honoring the 1950s “bomb shell” movie star and Playboy Playmate, whose IQ reportedly was 149, at the genius level. Hopefully our puppy was named for that trait.
We mused over names. My daughter offered Maisie, and I chimed in Mae, both of which, it turns out are derived from a Scottish Gaelic word, derived from the Ancient Greek “margarites” meaning pearl. Luminous indeed, and given her high energy, we are calling her “Crazy Maisie Mae.” She is a handful, 24/7.
Our art farm is home now to two adults, two children, two rescue dogs from the South and two rescue cats, one from Puerto Rico and the other from Oklahoma. Meanwhile, back in Acton, Grammy Rose keeps rescuing dogs, 35 having been adopted during the month of October.







Fairy Museum of Natural Wonder
Posted: October 18, 2024 Filed under: Art & Healing, Farming off the Farm, Portfolio - David's work, What is an Art Farm | Tags: art, Farmington 1 Comment
The “Farmington Fairy Museum of Natural Wonder” is a building of magical wonder and whimsy, built to the scale of a 5- or 6-year old child, coming to be, in a world of exquisite beauty and grace.
Funded by the University of Maine at Farmington’s School of Education, Early Childhood Development, the Museum will be used as part of their pre-school teacher training program. Enrolled children will curate rotating exhibits, displaying natural wonders gathered on sojourns into nature. Found items – a stick, a stone, a shell, a leaf or feather – will be placed by the children on display upon shelves nestled beside porthole windows.
The design is as complex as it is compelling. Consider these facts:
- framed as a dodecahedron, with 1/2” plywood sheathed to 2×4 studs cut at 18.5 degree angles;
- the 6″ slab foundation used 14.4 cubic feet of concrete, with rebar mesh reinforcement;
- sheathed in native-Maine Tamarack, using board on batten style;
- 31 circular windows of 5 sizes, all parts custom built; 1/2” plate glass sandwiched in “Kuwaiti plywood,” with a rubber gasket air seal then faced with 2” ribbon mahogany exterior trim, cut on the bias, grain running horizontally, so water flows away from the structure;
- a Squirrel gargoyle stands guard over the custom made, ribbon mahogany entry door
- a Basilica dome, framed by laminated plywood, covered with 480 aluminum shingles, all custom cut, bent to shape, then hand nailed into place;
- “purple martin” mini birdhouses nestled in, for good measure, among the metal shingles;
- a Cupola towers over all, covered in 31 galvanized shingles, cut from aluminum flashing;
- upon which, like a cherry on top, sets the weather vane, with mice running to and fro.
In Southern Maine, everyone, it seems is a carpenter, or a DIY warrior at the least; but few, if any, could build such a structure, let alone conceive, design, and draw same. The Museum is the brain child of Chris Miller. It has been my highest honor to assist as his mere carpenter.
Inside the Basilica dome, Chris has painted the starry night sky, and through a keyhole oculus, the golden glow of the sun lies beyond. The Vatican may have Saint Peter’s Basilica and the Sistine Chapel ceiling, but Farmington has the Fairy Museum; Bernini and Michelangelo could do no better than Miller has done.
We built the Museum at Chris’ studio in South Portland, then moved the structure 72 miles north to Farmington. Jesse Salisbury, a sculptor of large granite and hard stones, graciously helped on this task. An artist friend once said to me, “The coolest people on Earth live in Maine,” and Jesse is exhibit A of same. Jesse’s story is almost fantastical, and I speak from personal experience as my daughter and I visited his studio, when she was 5 years old.
Jesse was born Downeast, a fisherman’s son. He began carving wood while in grammar school, but then his father became the Founding Director of the Portland Fish Exchange, America’s first all-display fresh seafood auction that opened in 1986. This lead to his Father becoming the Attache for Asian Fisheries, at the USA Embassy in Tokyo, Japan. In Tokyo, Jesse attended high school and began his formal artistic training, including with traditional ceramic artists. https://www.jessesalisbury.com/
His path lead back to Steuben, Maine where he and his father built his studio by felling trees, milling them into beams, to create a 32’ x 64’ post & beam workshop with design room, stone cutting, metal forging, fabricating and equipment repair shops. As a young man he foraged rocks from the fields Downeast, hauling them in his pick-up truck, but when the scale of his work increased, he purchased used heavy equipment from Bangor Hydro, the utility generating hydroelectric power on the Penobscot River.
Jesse and his Father laid 70 feet of train tracks, so that granite slabs weighing 10-tons or more easily move through the studio, from the wire saw to its indoor and outdoor fabrication areas. Jesse has carved and transported major installations throughout Maine, the Atlantic Seacoast, and maritime Canada. His work has also been displayed in Japan, China, South Korea, Egypt, and New Zealand. In his spare time, he founded the Schoodic International Sculpture Symposium, a ten-year project which resulted in a world class collection of large granite works that make up the Maine Sculpture Trail. https://www.schoodicsculpture.org/
We made two trips north. First, Chris and I poured the dodecahedron concrete foundation, a 6” slab reinforced with rebar and anchor bolts set in the concrete. The forms, of course, were custom built. For the second trip, Jesse arrived at Chris’ studio on a Friday. His boom truck hoisted the structures easily onto his trailer. We strapped them down, then early on a Saturday morning convoyed North as misty fog hung upon the Casco Bay.
In Farmington, the sun was shining. On that idyllic September day, as crimson and golden leaves fluttered down, the installation went easily, each section stacked up, each upon the one below. A deus ex machina, indeed. The “silo” was anchored to the slab’s sill plate and the weather vane set atop the cupola.
By dusk we were gone. Chris returned later to apply finishing details.
And then, one Monday morning, children arrived at their daycare astonished to behold this creation. Like the “Night Before Christmas” I imagine they uttered, “When what to my wondering eyes should appear/But a Fairy Museum overnight landed here!!”






















































































