I think it’s called…

the Internet, Toto!

Well okay, maybe not. But it’s the closest thing we’ve got to the artistic kind of utopia you’re talking about. I’ve been searching a long time for those exact GPS coordinates, and I’ll keep Google-searching until I find that place you wrote about — the same place Dorothy sang about. Hell, let’s put out an APB, hire a private detective, put it on the side of a milk carton and see what happens! :-)