I was lost. Wandering streets filled with villainous shadow, small glints of light catch my eye. Upon further inspection some light reveals miscellaneous debris, while others shine off of the eyes of hidden transients. The evening wind howled in the empty, and yet not–so–empty streets as I searched for the BLK/MRKT Gallery in Culver City. I’m finally greeted by lights and the low murmur of art patrons, a defiant guard sits at the door — part spook, part usher.
Date: October 24, 2007, Written By: jonny.gotham
The gallery goes dim, flashes from a strobe set the mood, and then a strong, firm beat sets the tone and intro for the evening. The crowd mumbles in anticipation (they have yet to see a piece of work from this famed artist), but if he lives up to half the hype they’ve been hearing about in those art circles they consider themselves members of, it will have been well worth the wait. His humbled voice comes over the speakers… “I just want to thank you all for coming… I hope you enjoy the show.” The music cuts to a startling silence just before the room lights up, there’s a short pause for the awe, and then the music fills the room again. For a solid minute, everyone just stares…
Date: July 21, 2007, Written By: jonny.gotham