J. Dakota Brown

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The evening unfurled easily, mixing together long-time collaborators and strangers, farmers and urbanites, young and old. The tone was ceremonious, reflective, and unaffected. As the light changed, the attendees followed the artists’ presentations from a drawing exhibit in the hayloft to a performance of a short play in the greenhouse. One artist, with alluring music and poetry, led observers through the barn to the edge of the pasture. There was a song in the driveway, photocopied drawings handed out under the chestnut tree, and a frenetic movement piece involving almost all performers. And finally, a statement read by Hall. Backlit ...

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