Sunset Blvd. Warehouse Gallery, Los Angeles, CA - November 21, 2007
Thanksgiving weekend, I was lucky enough to get a verbal invitation from a friend of mine who participates heavily within the LA street art scene. There is an elusive gallery that pops up in abandoned warehouses every now and then filled with the works of independent artists and designers. Getting out of the car, the only thing I noticed that even remotely indicated that there was a gathering of people somewhere near was the dull thump of heavy bass from around the corner. Once we rounded a few brick buildings, I saw the broken windows of an old warehouse brightly lit. Upon entrance, the building was pretty much just as spectacular as it was on the outside, rusted pipes, dirty floors, and heavy cement all around, but the ugliness of this industrial building was glittered with the works of hundreds of local artists. The place was filled with all mediums of creative expression; from music to finger puppets, canvas to silk screens. The event lasted all night and I walked away elated and filled with a sense of pride that the local scene was alive and thriving.
Thanksgiving weekend, I was lucky enough to get a verbal invitation from a friend of mine who participates heavily within the LA street art scene. There is an elusive gallery that pops up in abandoned warehouses every now and then filled with the works of independent artists and designers. Getting out of the car, the only thing I noticed that even remotely indicated that there was a gathering of people somewhere near was the dull thump of heavy bass from around the corner. Once we rounded a few brick buildings, I saw the broken windows of an old warehouse brightly lit. Upon entrance, the building was pretty much just as spectacular as it was on the outside, rusted pipes, dirty floors, and heavy cement all around, but the ugliness of this industrial building was glittered with the works of hundreds of local artists. The place was filled with all mediums of creative expression; from music to finger puppets, canvas to silk screens. The event lasted all night and I walked away elated and filled with a sense of pride that the local scene was alive and thriving.
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