The Beauty of the Djerassi Resident Artists Program

A writer needs solitude: Access to the outside world, yes; direct exposure to the sights and sounds of things happening outside his or her window — including the blasting of music and the blaring of police sirens, the echo of car alarms, the babble of trucks in reverse, the vibrations from a nearby elevated train, the shouts from teens and parents, and an impromptu assembly of speakers of Spanish, Russian, French and Farsi, as well as that potpourri of street food from boiling hot dogs, warm pretzels, roasted chestnuts and sizzling shawarma — not so much.

A writer cannot thrive without peace. A writer longs for a retreat from reality within a retreat unto itself, a place amidst hundreds of acres and accessible through a slow and curvaceous road into a seemingly magical world of woods and greenery, of sequoias and redwoods and moss and ample foliage; a journey to a property with gardens and sculptures, and hiking trails and wildlife galore, from deer and rabbits to horses and coyotes; a refuge in Northern California, the Djerassi Resident Artists Program, where you can outline your ideas and articulate your thoughts within a cottage of comfort that offers the comforting absence of noise.

Run by staff with an innate sense of hospitality, and in this environment of privacy and discretion, a writer can flourish.

A gift to behold, and a time for remembrance, this program yields everlasting rewards.

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