so much about being in a place is about being and existing inside the in between moments. the collection of them.
the build up.
the clean up.
so much about being around artists is about being around artist's egos. backing away when she's about to blow, closing in when the time is right. it's usually about working together for a common something. a common good, a common being, a common space that is so extraordinary that it's never been perfected.
everywhere i've ever worked... and by worked, i mean created art... there's been a common theme of betterment. whether it be by the simple recreational re-purposing of a piano, the improvement of the facility property, or a desire to better the surrounding community--from 4th street to wrondel to dickerson to icehouse there has been an effort to positively reach out creatively. thankfully, in all the places i've been the last five years, i'm not the only one who feels that way. there's a like-minded-ness and it feels good to be in the same room with it.
for the most part, goals are met, decisions are made, idea has become reality in some fraction of the sense. things are happening (and by things, i mean ART).
from birth of the idea of the original 4th street salvagery to the today's cousin, the generator--i've loved bearing witness to this evolution. in their own right, and you know who you are, each establishment and it's kin/cousin/friend/rival has been a success in building a ladder for this community's artists to climb upward.
sometimes reno ain't so shabby after all.
where i'll post the in's, out's, tween's, and twixt's of my world of art mixed with pictures, links, opinions, and rants. (oh, and curse words. lots of curse words)