The last art show to be held on Bedlam Farm will be this Saturday and Sunday, 11 to 4 p.m. Should be a good crowd, and it is a bit bittersweet for me. I love the farm, and the Pig Barn Gallery was one of its triumphs. But I don’t mourn things and I won’t turn leaving the farm into a sob story either. Life goes on and you can either go on with it, or not. Personal choice. Somebody wrote on Facebook that Red might be filling the holes in my heart from Izzy and Rose, but I must be honest – there are no holes in my heart. I love my dogs and I expect them to live well with me, and then die, and die comfortably, and then I move along, swimming in the river of life, as I like to put it.

My heart is not empty, but is filling up with good things – Maria, new books, photography, Red, Simon, Frieda and Lenore, even Strut the Rooster With Style, Rocky, the New Bedlam Farm, the Writer’s Workshop, George Forss. I’d be a selfish man if I had holes in my heart with a life like that.

One of these good things is watching Maria evolve as an artist, and as a curator also. Her art shows are stellar, filled with creative and surprising artists and their work. This one, “Anointing The Goddess” is no exception. I will be selling print photos and notecards. And signings books (Battenkill Books will be here.) Details on Maria’s website.

If it works out, I’ll do some herding with Red, and people can come and greet Simon, a veteran media whore by now. Lenore is the official greeter. Please don’t throw the ball for her. She doesn’t need any exercise, and hundreds of people tossing balls all day is not a fun thing for any dog. I’m psyched.