From the 2002-2003 Fellows Ephen Glenn Colter Fiction Fellow Well, I'm here. And I've already got sand in everything-in my shoes, my books, my notes and even in my novel. What else should I have expected from an artistic oasis? This is the sixth year of a writing marathon through five cities, including Provincetown, where I've come to keep up the momentum but settle into the rhythm of monastic life: yoga & letting down my guard, miso soup & unfolding family secrets, green tea & editing. And then there're the quiet walks past studies and studios where other fellows erect their work in the playful spirit of sandcastles. Not a day goes by that I'm not thankful to the earliest settlers of the Work Center, and their faithful descendants, for the good deed of this thoughtful place. Lamar Peterson Second-Year Visual Arts Fellow I'm so thankful to have this opportunity to concentrate on my work. Provincetown is an amazing place to create art. The landscape is a constant inspiration. The Fine Arts Work Center has played a valuable part in the development of my work. Surfaces You want to molt. Step out of your skin. Leave it piled on the edge of the rocks like a stack of scales, let your feral heart loose, float up like a red balloon untangling its arduous noose. I want to step through the mirror like Cocteau's Orphee. Leave my painted face set on glass like a map of girl. I'd find you on the other side, just a warm under voice and breath on where the back of the neck would be. The scent of sulfur and steam rising, so much outside world We'd forget these infallible frames. Caitlin McDonnell 2002 Writing Fellow