You are only as good as the company you keep as the old cliché goes but that was proven beyond the shadow of a doubt last weekend at the DUMBO Arts Festival. What makes this different from an art jaunt on our regular church night in Chelsea or the Lower East Side? Well, for starters it is much longer than the two frantic hours of getting in as much gallery time and you don’t feel like stretching yourself on a weeknight because it is the weekend. The festival away from Manhattan proved to be the antidote for our jaded art coterie. The very quiet cobblestone streets got stirred up to a frenzy as people from all over came to converge in this area of Brooklyn. Perhaps the warm weather also brought out the good spirits of everyone in the shadow of Manhattan Bridge but seeing tons of art on every nook and cranny is ambrosia for serious art lovers. All this concentrated creative juices are erupting then whipped into a whirlwind of a feast that is for the eyes as well as the other senses. It made it even better to be with your gang of art loving friends who just feed off on the electric vibe during the entire day. The huddled art seeking masses discovered that new frontiers in art were accessible to anyone regardless how miniscule or vast your art knowledge. The festival had an open door policy to come and discover your own unique art experience. This level of coursing current ran all throughout till the sun came down. Viewing the city of Manhattan from our vantage point in DUMBO that it makes the allure of the frenetic and ruthless art market in the city quite a quaint notion. Art can be had for the day even for a festival that’s done once a year. It’s not only what is aesthetically pleasing to the eye that powered up the brevity. It’s the people that pulsed and made the entire thing crackle. After all, what is art on the wall if there is no one to behold its splendor?
Written by: Oscar A. Laluyan
Photography by: Olya Turcihin