Monday, October 16, 2006

ART Walk in Hoboken

So yesterday Eddie and I ventured across the river (by Ferry) to Hoboken. It was the x-ity x Hoboken Art Walk. Apparently a lot of Artists live in Hoboken for the cheap rents and good spaces. This is what the ad said.

The ad lied. Apparently a lot of Artists live in Hoboken because they are so horrible they can't afford to live anywhere else. And these weren't bad Artists as in "I just don't understand how human urine pour'ed over a water color of Bible" bad, but more like "I have been doing the paint by numbers for 4 years now and I am so close to staying in the lines this time" bad.

We started at City Hall where a number of the Artists' children had set up spaces. No wait, these were actually the "Artists". Strike 1.

Und zo... we headed out in Hoboken, which is a really cute little gentrified 4 story brick village. It was nice. We ended up trying 2 galleries. The first was the "lonely man" photographer - you know. He travels alone, smokes - eats too much and takes artistic picture of London man-hole covers, close up's of rusty padlocks, a medium distance picture of a lonely sunset with part of the London Ferris wheel in the distance, but all un-populated. I hate these pictures - as a genre, although some were nice. Ed hated the fact that the temporary "space" was a holistic Chinese Tai Chi studio complete with the plink plunk 3-chord music that has you waiting for he owl screech. Strike 2

As you can imagine, we started to head back, but there was one more lonely sign and set of balloons up the road, so we went. Around the back of an old factory and into the upper reaches where an Argentinean guy worked absolute magic with steel and concrete. I mean this stuff was great. Not just for Hoboken, but great period. It was beautiful.

So we bought this really cool thing which will be delivered on Wednesday and I will post pictures. And then after 2 horrible restaurant strike-outs (1 hour wait to sit in Strike 1 and half an hour sitting in one with no waitress)), we went to a little Mexican restaurant which was about the closest food to heaven I have had here. A taquito, really honest guacamole, chicken enchilada and steak burrito. Heaven, I was in Heaven.

So close to missing it all after Strike 2.