Maison des Artistes
Another installment of Northeast Minneapolis' art crawl event has come and gone. Akin to a traffic accident, so I just had to look. Minute variations on a theme— perhaps the result of too much art education? I found that as I traversed one converted warehouse after another full of unfinished, lifeless canvases and just plain ugly artwork it didn't really bother me. For the most part, this is a world unto itself, with its own set of priorities that didn't include me.
These straw monkeys with cell phones in a steel-lined room said something about the human condition, or perhaps it was a comment on the bad reception:
Some of the older buildings had equipment left over from their previous existences. I found these tableaux to be as compelling as the exhibits:
But there were some exceptions to the artifice. The Bright Blue Earth Studio was one of them, it was full of life:
And life is good: