I haven't talked about this at all, not publicly at least: I was extremely depressed while at MacDowell.
I want to emphasize that these are wonderful people. They do everything possible to provide a warm and nurturing environment in which to create. Part of the reason I've shied away from talking about this is that I didn't want to give MacDowell a bad name in any way, shape or form -- as if my small experience could ever change its hundred-year history.
The depression was about me. I was homesick, lonely. Breakfasts and dinners, the times where I got to see other people -- those were great. I looked forward to those.
But the days I spent at my studio, looking out at the woods -- God. Words cannot describe what I felt in those times.
It feels good to start to talk about it.
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