L.A. Art Walk — Part Three!

Last installment in my posts about L.A. Art Walk this past thursday! And by far I think this one will be the most fun.

Walking on Spring street reveals a wide array of art-relating things, even mannequins!

We searched for the gallery from which this creature came from but instead found nothing but a vintage clothing store! There was a DJ out front and a chalkboard beckoning you inside. Downtown L.A. is apparently getting more chic.

A lot of walking and weaving through crowds led us to the end of the night and inside the most interesting place in our entire tour of the Art Walk – The Hive Gallery.

A place of absolutely artistic madness (in the utmost best sense of the word), this place literally felt like a hive, with so many people buzzing about and alcohol abounding. The place never seemed to end and you got a taste of the bizarre, the unreal and the playful.

First things first, the left side of the gallery presents you with fantasy-like, dark pieces by an artist named Ken Dougherty.


 I think he’s got a thing for mystical-looking creatures/girls.


Walking ahead to the next portion of the gallery, I encountered a man and a woman with their faces painted like clowns wearing equally amusing (and in her case revealing) outfits.

But there was nothing childlike about their work. Their work included one photograph in which a woman held a man who was missing his head and squirting out blood.

And this adorable creature was standing to the side of everything.

Everything else followed a pretty playfully chilling theme but I also came across lamps whose posts were fishnet-clad legs in high heels and a barbie doll staring out at me from a ledge with strange eyes.

But the best was yet to come.  Walking through a passageway of sorts you can across a small stage and one firecracker girl. Wearing martini glass glasses and boasting the energy of a person who doesn’t care who’s listening or watching, this girl walked around with a microphone boasting of the way the gallery was having an open mic. She spoke of a poet coming by and other attractions, her booming voice floating and echoing through the gallery.

I walked past her with a smile as she was climbing on chairs and going up to almost everyone who passed by.

To me she yelled a string of entreaties and announcement, one of which was “lose the training wheels, use your wings!” What more inspiring words can you ask for?

Walking past her while a man belted out some emotional-sounding song with all his might, I came across a lot of artists and their engaging work, one of which was Patrick Haemmerlein.

His work was subtle and quiet yet bold and intriguing in its process. He explained that he uses recycled books and burns off the edges, using a blueprint to create the images.

You can glimpse portions of a dictionary definition in the corners, which adds to the almost vintage journalistic aesthetic of his work. The pieces are based on photographs he took, which is evident in the way that each work seems like a snapshot of the city. But the sparse use of red and the thin lines evoke something more.


Leaving the humidity of the many bodies in the gallery and stepping out into the brisk night air, we found our parking lot among the many sprinkled in Downtown and called it a night.

Art Walk is free, save for parking, and quite an experience filled with eccentric art, eateries and even more eccentric people. Exploring Los Angeles suddenly got more fun and artsy. What more could an art fan want?

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