A Cellar with a view… The District event in brief

When I approached the entrance of the Cellar on Sunday evening the doorman asked, “How you all doing tonite?”, an odd question since I was alone. So “we”  paid the entry and planted ”ourselves” next to a pillar and took in the ambiance.  The Fallopian Artopians (Margie Darrow, Justine Serebrin, and Yvonne Sanders) collaboration was already well underway by the time I arrived and from what I could tell this was a conversation being shaped in large measure by the atmosphere. The fluid and organic by-product of three feminine brushes mixing it up to music was in full gestation.   But don’t take my word for it. Have a look yourself…

Now, if you will, consider the world from a power consumption perspective…our machines feed on some strange  magic packed into a cylinder with positive and negative charges to close the circuit.   My power waned because the magic ran out as soon as I flipped the switch on the camera  so you get a limited view of the evening (supplemented couple iPhone pics).  Note to self… charge batteries.

But  allow me to draw the evening with a few broad strokes of virtual ink…the sound system was solid, there were drinks flowing, bodies seemed to emerge and then disappear into the dark corners of the cellar. I walked by some guy wearing the same sweater as I was. I love that. It really makes me feel connected. In fact, wouldn’t it be amazing if we all just woke up one day and realized we were all dressed the same by coincidence?

So with the girl’s painting and the music engaging eardrums in an organized melee, I had a lovely conversation with Margie, pulled what I needed from the evening, finding my inspiration and retreated upstairs where i came across Pukac (Michael) , painting like a rogue scientist at some outpost in the arctic. We had a very brief conversation. Keep an eye out. Look for his overcoat in the Smithsonian. Its destiny.

Yvonne, a fallopian artopian

Margie et al in process

Pukac painting at the entrance of the Cellar

I will close with a quick observation about the Fallopian Artopian’s artwork… each painting comes across as if I found it as my body sinks to the ocean floor and somehow in this discovery I am able to breathe.