Since other galleries are bringing the Street Art inside into the gallery, in response it seemed more appropriate (and less appropriating?) to put the gallery out in the street, in this case the rear exterior of the building in the alley. Help take back the alley, metro nashville #185, to be more specific.
The Nashville Independent Poetry Festival is a celebration of the tireless, inspiring people & organizations forging a more vibrant literary city. This festival brings together poets, small presses, DIY book-makers, literary collectives, literary non-profits, independent-local bookstores, representatives from reading series and open mics – & y’all! This festival will emphasize, & cultivate the intersections of poetry, our community, and each other – connecting written poets to spoken word poets, new, creative Nashvillians to established lit community members, and connect readers to writers, poets to people. Come out & meet the folks behind Nashville’s Independent Poetry world, and become part of it!
Cover art printed on a vinyl banner for the release of Issue 00 of SALT Weekly, an alternative bimonthly zine.
Tis the Season to give it your all! Or if that's asking too much, why not start with a healthy helping of Salty, Spicy, Sassy, and Salacious commentary with generous servings of local literary and visual artists in SALTs Issue #00. Naughty? Nice? Needy? Needless? Whatever you are you belong in these pages too. You'll never see the big man the same ever again.
Selected images from the artist’s zine, printed by Risology Club.
24 years ago my mom became a paraplegic. Over time her disability has grown slowly throughout her body leaving her fragile but strong minded. Her resilience gives me continued clarity to discern between real and wonderful problems and that living with vitriol resentment and drama is a luxury. These are works I made over the past year while caring for my mom and the moments in between.
Cover Art for the release of Issue #0 of SALT Weekly, an alternative bimonthly zine.
Make a fascist clown cry today for the people of planet Earth. -Zach Hobbs
The archetypical fool, the clown, the Major Arcana #0 argues beyond the absolute utility of armchaired-radical-skepticism because we're all going to be fools for something -- narratively, neurologically, etc. Shan't we risk to choose the best possible things to be fooled by, toolboxing images formed at thought's limitation? May we practically embarrass our Self beyond the tabernacle of a stroked personality that snarks, "everything's relative" while trapped in a narrative about not getting trapped in a narrative? Lettuce practice in public and make their mistakes.
When I was younger I was arrested for spreading images upon walls. I was forced to work full time or go to school. Ironically I still work part time and get paid to spread images across walls. Thank you Tennessee.
-Matt Scott Barnes
AUGUST 2018: JOSH SHEARON
In my line of sight, a peripheral epiphany of composition. This roof to that roof, the vantage point of gratitude observed. And now today, the energy of a reflection so pronounced between us. This theta of introspection is illuminated; I am a vibration of habit.
Nearing the 40th anniversary of Rock Against Racism, ‘MASSIVE UNITY WORDWIDE’ celebrates unity in its truest form — music. The sense of movement in the art commands you to dance and unite. And with an obvious nod to community collaboration and positivity — something’s got to change. Racists can’t dance, they got two left feet and no brain!
Vehemence is the vehicle, so get in, let’s go or let go. And unity is a collective consciousness popsicle in the sweetest flavor, an idea. Exercise the summer heat, process the beats, the rests, the movement in the streets. A new independence is bonding with opportunity.