2006-04-09
wynwood artwalk
Walking around the Wynwood galleries on Saturday night, surrounded by abandoned warehouses and power stations, the air smelled like paint thinner. I spotted this bus sleeping behind a barbed wire fence.
Clouds packed the sky, thick as mashed potatoes. One of these old wooden houses was a gallery in disguise. In the backyard I found cardboard angels.
The wall outside Locust Projects was painted with giant knives. For some reason, I always spend more time outside these places, taking pictures, instead of looking at what's framed inside...
This empty lot seemed to hum with electricity.
As I wedged my camera through the chain link fence, thayer-p spotted a few tags on the sidewalk painted like guns and insects. We also noticed a duck-shaped tag on a telephone pole and a sticker on this Danger High Voltage sign:
The power station reminded me of the Borg in Star Trek...a spaceship inhabited by ant-like cyborgs.
The garbage bins were decorated with curly tags. I crouched down to get a good angel and Thayer dragged me away. "There's a dude pissing in that alley," he whispered. When I glanced up, I saw a shirtless guy leaning into the wall. We didn't stick around long.
The lights from the gas station seemed to hum like a living thing.
At another gallery down the street, people lined up for free donuts. Glossy, pink-frosted treats spilled across the counter like an edible sculpture. The boy beside me couldn't stop smiling.
In the next room, everyone swarmed around an old-school Caddy painted like a lollipop. I could've licked the hood. A mirror ball threw spangles across our faces as the Rolling Stones blasted from an invisible boom box.
This car needed a trip to the orthodontist. It was parked on the curb beside a gallery that looked like florist from the outside.
Jungle plants swayed in the windows.
Inside stood trees that might've been sculpted with melted wax.
We sat on a bench and waited for something to happen. After a while, I snuck outside again. I stood on the sidewalk and listened to the sea-sound of passing cars. There was so much more to see.
f-i-n at 2:19 p.m.