My sister invited me to participate in this event, and I knew I wouldn’t have the time to prepare anything, let alone know if I was even going to show up. I was at a BBQ when she texted me that she was on her way. I was only 15 minutes away so I figured why not. Her cousin Raniel was curating a night of live poetry, spoken word and live art. This Bronx art exhibition was being held at The Bronx Beer Hall. A market on Arthur Avenue. I’ve been there once and they’re pretty known for their draft beer on tap. Guess what was ordered?
The spoke word was pretty nice, a poet by James was probably my favorite, his style seemed more relate-able and more relaxed then the others. It was a quiet and chill night, and Dari, another of Jula’s cousin’s who is a graffiti enthusiast, passed me some canvases to hit. I was ready to walk out the door and head home. I figured another 5 minutes wouldn’t hurt. Maybe next time, I’ll be the one up getting shined on. Until then, maybe I should start small and actually start picking up a brush here and then.