Sort of like a Hogwarts train, right? Through a brick wall and all…

During a Brooklyn block show, the artist, crouching there, was finishing a large piece with spray paint. There were other pieces being made, but this one was so grand, large, and regal that it stole the show for me.

The smoke from the train spirals into marching horses and their wind whipped manes.

Maybe once it’s done we could step in and take a trip?

                          

Hidden among warehouses, there are tons of galleries and hidden treasures. Above a normal Laundromat on Melrose, things weren’t any different. There was art everywhere, Friday night. Conceptually, we were drinking art, finding art in filing cabinets, called the “Flat File,” and of course, the walls were adorned with various pieces, many of them picturesque and romantic.

The Laundromat – 238 Melrose St., 4th fl.

                          

This vehicle was abandoned for a few days, when someone found the perfect extra accessory.

I don’t know where he is headed, but the only thing that canine is missing is some sunglasses to wear while the wind is blowing against his scarf.

Whoever owned the canine wasn’t there, and just like that in the next day, the dog was gone. The car was still there, slowly getting gutted… I hope he had a nice little joy ride. maybe I was witnessing some shenanigans that the owner wasn’t privy to.

I’d like to think that the dog got away, living a life in some Parisian cafe… or at least it’s East Village equivalent.

                          

It was a scavenger hunt, offering us some curiosity, we called the number with a cryptic message asking us to find wormwood tied by pink ribbons. The recorded voice on the line invited us, “Come have tea.” I wondered if it would be a found art project full of people found at the block party. My companion, being savvier than I, she found the bundle of wood after some scouting. We followed it to an iron stairway path lined with green bags full of dirt.

We. Found. A. Hut. It was made with other found objects. And “found people,” sitting inside a faux fur-lined structure. They were having an impromptu discussion on waste, having entered the structure through a curtain of pristine white hanging plastic of tampons. We didn’t have any desire to talk to these people, but we wanted to sit in the hut.

After thought: I guess a lot of people in Brooklyn have iMacs.