Log-In | Subscribe to the Alliance
After a residency, you might create something that would never have otherwise existed. You could discover one or two new lifetime friends. You might land in your body, and find that those dark places are yours and that growth can hurt but is always worth it. You may learn that what is precious is what you left back home. Your peripheral vision could double. You may discover that your breathing has changed, and you are forever one degree hotter. You will certainly feel grateful. I did.
— Sarah Perry
Blogs
Latest Creativity in Context
A Somewhat Unsettling Tour of Artists' Residencies in the South
Posted august 28, 2008 by sacatar
A TRIP TO THE HEARTLAND
A report from Taylor Van Horne, Director of the Instituto Sacatar
Latest Work in Progress
MacDowell Time
Posted april 14, 2008 by Anonymous
To the outsider’s eye, the day at MacDowell appears to be quite regimented: the breakfast bell, the dinner bell, the surreptitious yet punctual arrival of one’s lunch basket. Yet if life at MacDowell is ostensibly shaped around meals (the comradely quiet of breakfast, the solitary lunch, the often animated dinner), the days themselves, the hours around and between those meals, have a weird exhilarating elasticity. And time can, and does, stop at MacDowell: One morning in April of 1986, a small group of us sat at the breakfast table eating oranges and toast while huge clumps of spring snow fell outside, and we all swore it was 8:40 for about 20 minutes.