If only it could have been revived! I must have learned about it in the 80’s in high school or art school, and I was immediately hooked— and sad to find that it was long gone. I love your story! I did read something about a sort of summer revival a number of years ago, maybe 15…. A more conceptual leaning retreat (more theorists than artists I think). It must have been in a nearby location? I’m not sure how that went!
I had no idea there had been a Black Mountain College 2.0 (though that implies an upgrade that maybe it wasn't). A few years ago, Betty and I took students to the museum in Asheville, and on our way back home, we trespassed onto the grounds (no one appeared to be anywhere at the Christian camp it has become). It was sad to see the buildings in pretty bad shape.
Before he took the job at USC (Carolina)in 1945, my father was offered a job at Black Mountain. He decided against it as he had two young daughters at that point.
I trust you have visited the Black Mountain College Museum and Arts Center in Asheville... they have classes and you could probably get a "gig"...it's warm.
This remembrance of yours reminds me of "A Dream Goes on Forever," a song I recalled as I read along. Thanks for sharing the hope as well as the sad reality of Black Mountain College, The Final Chapter. https://youtu.be/xt90oOl0IE8
If only it could have been revived! I must have learned about it in the 80’s in high school or art school, and I was immediately hooked— and sad to find that it was long gone. I love your story! I did read something about a sort of summer revival a number of years ago, maybe 15…. A more conceptual leaning retreat (more theorists than artists I think). It must have been in a nearby location? I’m not sure how that went!
I recently met a group of artists around Chapel Hill/Durham who staged an artists’ retreat at Rockmont for many years. Yes, years ago. I missed it.
I had no idea there had been a Black Mountain College 2.0 (though that implies an upgrade that maybe it wasn't). A few years ago, Betty and I took students to the museum in Asheville, and on our way back home, we trespassed onto the grounds (no one appeared to be anywhere at the Christian camp it has become). It was sad to see the buildings in pretty bad shape.
I haven’t been back since 1989. Back then it didn’t feel run down, though I probably had different standards 36 years ago. Will go soon.
Before he took the job at USC (Carolina)in 1945, my father was offered a job at Black Mountain. He decided against it as he had two young daughters at that point.
I trust you have visited the Black Mountain College Museum and Arts Center in Asheville... they have classes and you could probably get a "gig"...it's warm.
This remembrance of yours reminds me of "A Dream Goes on Forever," a song I recalled as I read along. Thanks for sharing the hope as well as the sad reality of Black Mountain College, The Final Chapter. https://youtu.be/xt90oOl0IE8
Cool. Where was he living at the time?