This weekend was the semi-annual South of the Navy Yard Artists Studio Stroll (which I learned about last week by seeing a copy of the SONYA News at the Muddy Waters coffeeshop where I‘ve taken to relaxing). A whole bunch of artists living in the neighborhoods north of me open up their homes and studios for people to walk in and check out their work.
I was busy yesterday, and got up late today, so I didn’t even get underway till the event was half-over; I only got to see about four or five artists’ work, but what I did see blew me away. I walked back home buzzing, with the visual parts of my brain feeling like my tongue right after a mouthful of Pop Rocks. I want to throw myself into painting now; the only thing stopping me is that my apartment is still too damn cluttered.
Speaking of apartments, every artist I visited had an absolutely amazing place. These were like the kinds of apartments you see on TV shows set in New York, the kind you tell yourself couldn’t actually exist. Well, it turns out they do, and the one time I asked I was told a space was renting for only $1,000/month. (No more vacancies in that building; I asked.) My theory is that Brooklyn artists get a secret code word they can use with real estate agents that gets them access to this special set of options denied to the rest of us.
they should teach you
Date: 2002-05-19 05:32 pm (UTC)