Another reason for my turning to slight mush when thinking of this place? Fact of the matter is, these places are magnets for artists. At least seven times out of ten in recent decades, great art has thrived where abandoned warehouses and factories have lain dormant. Doesn't mean that everybody who goes through these doors is going to end up being the next Laurie Anderson, Lynda Benglis, or any other artist you could name, but the truth is, large spaces like those in these buildings give artists a chance to work large and cheap....even if they might occasionally have to remove a door, and, finally, a doorjamb to get some of their work out of those spaces. That's just a peril of thinking big.
After I would return to my car from a day's work, the book collective in the place would have its door wide open and ready to receive visitors. I especially loved the message I spied on the door once shortly after the Macondo oil disaster had entered into our consciousness:
Of course, the door to the place looks a little different now, as does the door to the place around the corner that used to accept bikes on their last gears and refurbish them for many more years of use:
|Iron Rail now|
|Plan B Community Bike Project now|
|Check the gargoyles up there when you get a chance.|