Grassy Sound, New Jersey

Destiny lead me onto the gravel road into Grassy Sound. "Do not enter," "turn back now." Signs posted along the road could have turned me away. They did not. I was under it's spell. The sky was barely lit as I laid eyes on the ghostly landscape. I hoped to enter quietly and finish a painting before a resident stirred. I was overwhelmed by "something of the supernatural." A year later, I was still there, livng and working, finding it harder to leave. The paintings and journal I kept, quickly became an eerie and beautiful story wrought with spirits and a world on the fringe of the mystic. My time at Grassy found me mostly alone. That isolation left me with the strong feeling of living in Limbo. My imagination stirred and my story took shape. The handful of friends I did make were extraordinary, eccentric and dear. They are the characters in my story, ...mixed bits of fact and fiction.

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