My time at Civitella granted me days unpunctuated by telephones and alarms and traffic. The gift of being Away. I was, again, returned to the long days of my childhood–when an hour was spacious, full of discovery and play. Inspired by conversations with Fellow Fellows, by their work, I experimented with sound, video and images on my walks. I ate well, and laughed a lot. New projects, new dear people to know and know. The long, unruly poem I arrived to Umbertide with is now radically distilled. And yet, the news continued. People crossed the sea in search of asylum. Many more drowned off the coast of Lampedusa. It is difficult to accept the fact that this is all one world. If it is possible to both buckle and bloom at once, then that’s how I can best describe what has been happening to my work, to me since my time there.