When I was not helping raise a barn (I was there for moral support) and eating delicious food à la Poor Farm Food, I sneaked in a studio visit with Jason Bereswill. The studio is brand new with windows facing west, which allows for rays upon rays of afternoon sun. Both painters, Jason and his wife, Jane LaFarge Hamill, are owners of the farm, and, like my friends Robin and Douglas Piccinnini, founders of Poor Farm Food and not to mention Douglas' Tea Party Republicans Press, left the city as a permanent residence for the country.
|Jason Bereswill, Untitled Wave|
|Jason Bereswill, Polanco Triptych, 2013|
Spacious studios, roosters crowing, artists-in-residence, a beautiful old farmhouse rich in history, a greenhouse and soon-to-be fully functioning farm, this place is amazing. Will I return? Of course. Mostly, this weekend getaway has got me seriously thinking about whether or not New York City is the place to be for artists, writers, and creatives alike. You start young in the city and you gain that experience, build relationships and a following, and then what? Some visit the same old bar, ride the same trains, creating the same NYC routine. New York is not sustainable for most. It's too close to the market, more time is spent schmoozing than creating. Many say time is money. Well, all my money goes to my apartment, my studio, and bills. Without money and astronomical bills, all we've got is time and, if one leaves this place, that enviable word all New Yorkers fawn over when they leave their city: space.