The moment I pulled into the squam art workshop campground, my body relaxed with a breath filled with pine trees. This is some kind of paradise, I thought. I had been invited to participate in the squam art fair, which takes place after each workshop, in June and September. I was there for just a night, tiptoeing out with first light to head back to the studio, but it still felt like a vacation. I met incredible open-hearted people, passionate about making art a big part of their life. I felt lucky and honored to be there. Thank you.