In the dressing room of a rickety theatre on the edge of NYC an actress once shared how she frequented the Metropolitan Museum wearing a sunflower patterned dress solely to visit Van Gogh’s iconic oil paintings of “Sunflowers.”

Her visit an act of art – or a provocative conversation with her muse?

In the right setting, our work & our ideas unfold.

Consider the likes of an indie artists trek to Marfa, Texas.
Examine the full tilt immersion of an MFA.
Or chew on a fire-eating performers residency at Coney Island.

There’s the silhouette of the coffee house writing scene, the legendary Chelsea Hotel’s Bohemians and Beats, Hemingway’s Paris, Peter Brook’s Empty Space, and the always-current South by South West’s Hipsters and Geeks.

Does is matter? 
Is place fundamental to our creative output?

It feels right to me – and for now, let’s say that the pioneering artist who experiments with their creative solitude on the fringe of the industrial streets, where geography is everything – living in a creative environment is muse enough.


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