Last weekend, I went to my first ever event with "Monster" in its name. Never been one for giant trucks, but I'll ride along to a Monster Drawing Rally anytime.
In true Bay Area style, it was packed. Wall-to-wall, sweaty-high-school-gym packed with urban folk out to see our local creatives do their thing. Like a performance art prom, down to the '80s soundtrack and frenetic pheromones bouncing off the walls.
In the center of the room, about 25 artists sat at long tables arranged in a square. Hordes of people wandered around the perimeter, stopping to watch the woman sewing onto parchment paper or the guy painting with his own blood. (I didn't see that one, just heard about it.) "Drawing" was loosely interpreted.
After each one-hour shift, all the finished pieces were carried to the walls by special handlers, hung on display, then sold for $50 each. No exceptions. When bidding wars broke out, they were somehow settled with a pack of giant playing cards.
San Francisco, you are weird and great.
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