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It’s been a little while since I’ve done anything fun, or at least considered a bit of fun…who am I kidding, I  enjoy myself all the time. What should be saying is it’s been a while since I’ve attended an art show or any gallery for that matter. Something I’ve always loved to do. Not only do I get to see stunning new works, I get to network. Being in the art scene is having your own little community. Everyone basically knows each other, and if you don’t you know someone who knows someone.

That was pretty much what happened when I walked into the little tiny gallery on Broadway. Show:Artistance.

I’ve been here before, but I could tell it was under new management. It used to have old wooden panels on the walls, straight up old school, and now it has been transformed into an all white open space. I like.  I drag Chris along with me, or should I say he invited himself along to what would have been a solo date for myself, mainly because I know he was feeling guilty about a little argument we had. Something that never really lasts too long anyway. I said fine, come and join me… Isn’t it great when somebody hits you up, and you actually have a life of your own and are not dreading on silly behaviors of others? Moving on.

We walk inside and start on left hand side, since the space is small we could see everything in a matter of a few minutes. Like usual I go through every piece and stare for a bit. I always like getting a bit closer to admire the brushstrokes. It makes me think of the actual process the artist took to achieve the final product of the painting.

We bump into a style that looks fairly familiar, and I tell Chris, “this looks like the same artist that Matt (Chris’s brother) has in his room, the Bob Marley piece”. Chris looks at me says “Nah” I was pretty sure of it, especially because the signature looked so familiar, it was an “M” with  certain swirl to it, I tell him ” Text Matt a pic of the piece and we’ll find out right now.”

Next thing you know the artist comes up behind us, and recognizes Chris right away, I have never met her before, and she starts talking about her piece, and Chris is just laughing, surprised at how small the world is, and shocked at me that I even realized the connection between the two paintings.  Sometimes you just know.

Before our arrival, I text my aunt Scarla, I know she lives around the neighborhood and she’s always willing to discover new surroundings and appreciate the creative lifestyles. I ask her to join us, and a few moments later she arrives at the scene. As usual I’m always happy to see her. She parked right in front of the gallery and a friendly stranger comes up to her right away warning her that she’s about to get a ticket. Scarla has always been a smooth talker, she was already given the ticket but the cop tells her don’t worry about it and rips it up. I need to learn that gift of gab, like yesterday!

The night was young, we had a couple of beers and headed to the 2nd show: Art Star.

I swear, finding a parked with a few beers in your system is always funny. The cold didn’t help much but after walking the wrong direction for a few blocks, you smarten up and realize there’s no time trying to be cute outside in the freezing cold. Especially since Chris boycotts coats.

The night was young and we arrived at the second show: Art Star. We didn’t stay much, but I bumped into Marcus Allen, a fellow artist I have met a couple of times now. Super talented, you guys have seen his work on a previous post HERE. After the festivities, we headed to a little hipster bar that was playing spanish music, I had about 2 glasses of wine which was pretty damn good.

Check out a quick video of our night..warning, you may want to lower your volume.