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?

L.A. Art Walk — Part 2

These were some of the works that were outside. Some of them were actually being crafted right in front of your eyes. The mood lighting didn’t make for that great of photo quality, unfortunately.


Moving into one large room where there was a sea of art onlookers, you could gaze at some distinctly different aesthetics displayed next to each other.

On one wall was the work of an artist named Robert Lewis Yancy III. The pieces were quite whimsical. Lady Gaga could take inspiration and create a new animal headpiece.

Right next to him were pieces with darker colors and creepier themes. Unfortunately, I couldn’t seem to find the name of the artists behind these works. They all had the same trademark look, with amusingly creepy characters and dark circles as eyes. Wouldn’t you just love to kiss this little guy?

If not, you can just ‘awwww’ over these two holding hands.

There were a few other intriguing pieces along with a girl advertising her Henna tattoo services and prints for you to take home for only $10. Nothing like a good deal. And maybe you can sell it for $100 10 years from now.

***part 3 coming soon!***

“Lose the training wheels, use your wings” — Downtown L.A. Art Walk Part 1

Boy have I got stories for you.

Every second Thursday of the month, when the sun is getting ready to set and Los Angeles traffic is at its best, the Downtown L.A. Art Walk gets under way. From around 6 p.m. on, you can visit dozens of galleries and take full advantage of the kooky eateries, historic eye candy, posh clubs and amusing personalities of Downtown Los Angeles.

You might pay ten or fifteen dollars for parking, but the galleries are free and the artwork seemingly endless. With everything from mannequins to paintings, the Art Walk is guaranteed to steep you deep into the whirring minds of a flurry of creative, inventive artists.

This particular Art Walk offered a tour of Downtown’s most history-infused theatres, starting at Clifton’s Cafeteria, a place whose exterior absolutely did not match its interior. Covered in grating from decades ago, the cafeteria wouldn’t seem to be covered in wilderness decorations like moose and a fishing bear.

The tour led you to the Orpheum, Tower, United Artists and various other theatres. I tagged along with a friend before we headed to the galleries and walking with wide eyes into the basement of Club 740, which was once the Globe theater. Somewhere along the way or back (I won’t disclose the location), I stumbled upon a piece of graffiti art!

But not just any graffiti art. It was a piece by none other than the well-known Revok.

A Revok piece in all its glory.

The piece is literally in a assageway that was so narrow I had to take the picture diagonally to try to get all of it. There were other pieces of graffiti in various places that night, but this was by far the best one and, of course, the one with a famous name attached to it.

The famous name.


Then it was on to the rest of the awesomeness the Art Walk has to offer.
There were various small galleries dedicated to single artists but there were also larger locales that held work from a group of artists and one place that even sold everything from jewelry to license plates.
Up there with the most engaging of the galleries of the night was the Art Walk Afterparty Exchange, which was held in what used to be a stock exchange building (you can still see the old, golden sign next to the building).

Before entering.

Here, you were greeted by a long hallway with thin trees brightly lit by colored lights. You could artists working on their pieces outside and inside the large room which displayed a good amount of interesting artwork.
**part 2 coming soon!**