August 7th, 2004

I Will Not Defame New Orleans.

Art Brat

This is tonight. It's going to be a lot of fun. I've got some artwork there. Lots of talent is going to be there. You should go.

Funny thing about this "Artbrat" deal — and you can file this one under "How Small Can New Orleans Possibly Be?" — is that it was started by Ramona (who was the boss of one of my roommates, incidentally). She was living in the Bywater and needed to raise quick money for her rent. She threw a buy/sell/trade art expo out of her house. It was very well-attended and generated a lot of excitement — so much so that when the band started playing, the landlord ran downstairs to shut off the power, yelling, "Get the fuck out of my house, art brats!" Ramona thought that such a perfect line that she asked one of the artists present if he could make a stencil of "Art Brat." "Sure, if you have a phone book and an Exacto-blade." So they made one, and started tagging people's clothes with spray-painted "Art Brat". She's been doing Art Brat shows ever since, with augmenting success.

And where did this all start? Where was Art Brat born?

In The House Currently Known As Clifford, of course, unwittingly by the man we bought the place from.

I only found out about this while I was already hanging my art at her show.

(Our trashcan is still tagged "Art Brat.")