TM Davy writes, “Fire Island is a mystical place to me, rich in history and ghosts, filled with queer, lusty, intuitive strangers. A moonless night in its forest is the strangest dark I can remember, everything a face in shadow. The moon is full twice this August, and it speaks not unlike the sun to Frank O’Hara, metaphorically and true. In my stay in the Pines, I want to pursue a variety of projects that draw playful connections between our presences there, encounters and space, possibilities and pasts, the mystic and actual. I want to ’embrace things, people, earth, sky, stars….'”