WILDWOOD.

Some people may look at this building and see the exposed brick and understated black trim. Rusted metal accents and plentiful greenspace. But when I look at this building, I see…so much more. What started as a winning bid at an auction quickly morphed into paper napkin plans and a vague sense that something was beneath all the layers of sediment and dust. Years of neglect and disuse set us back time and again, but we were persistent–perhaps erring on the side of stubborn–and creative minds prevailed. Much like they usually do.

A bit of magic and a lot of hard work. Passing years and unwavering assistance from those who love us best. Brick by re-tuck-pointed brick, we collectively built this building back to some of its original glory. And maybe more? Who’s to say; we’ve found little information about its previous life.

The name WildWood comes from a favorite young adult book of mine by the same title. It was one of the last books given to me by one of my most cherished people…Someone who taught me how to embrace playfulness and enjoy creating for the simple sake of doing. Someone who understood the importance of a satin ribbon. Read the book and maybe you’ll get a little insight into my likeness and imagination. Coupled with the treasured memories of my childhood, the name serendipitously came forth in the very beginning and never left. It could be assumed this space is dedicated to the memory of her, but I don’t suppose that’s entirely truthful, as I see these walls as a fortress for all the creatives out there: big dreamers to small doers, magic makers and eternal foragers of fun.

Here’s to being a Gelly Roll in a world full of Bics.

– Tricia Streitz