Blissfully solitary in a white room with ten windows overlooking the shifting seasons of New England
landscapes and skyways, Ingrid Chavez has been weaving intimate words into dreamtime poetry and song.
There was no intended outcome for these creations…no record company breathing down her neck to meet a
“deadline.” Rather, these writings are a lifeline – a seamless thread of artful diary wiled into existence simply
because this is what she does. Ingrid’s ideas, memories, musings, and visions ...