Haystack Mountain School of Crafts, commonly called "Haystack," is a craft school located on the coast of Deer Isle, Maine.
Haystack was founded in 1950 by a group of craft artists in the Belfast, Maine area, with support from Mary Beasom Bishop. It took its name from its original location near Haystack Mountain, in Montville, Maine. In 1961 the school was moved to its current campus on Deer Isle.
The campus and buildings were designed by architect Edward Larrabee Barnes. In 1994, the school campus won the "Twenty-five Year Award" from the American Institute of Architects. The award is given to a structure (or in this case, several structures) whose construction and original intent have withstood the test of time. The school was honored again in 2005 when the campus was added to the National Historic Register.
Haystack offers summer workshops of one to three weeks in blacksmithing, clay, fibers, glass, graphics, metals, and wood. The school has no permanent faculty; the workshops are taught by visiting professors and artists from around the United States. Haystack does not award academic degrees. In addition to offering traditional tools and facilities for crafts, Haystack is a member of MIT's Fab Lab network.
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