Group Therapy

We're like "Kids" again every time my photog friend J.R. convenes Art Class on a random Sunday. Word to MGMT, the energy is straight back-to-school: crayons and Cray-Pas, paints and paper, and, during this latest edition, suds and salsa.

What began more than a year ago for and at the downtown apartment of another friend, J.A., soon blossomed into group sessions.

The regulars are complemented by a rotation of guest pupils: photographers, painters, clothing and graphic designers, graffiti artists, cultural taste-makers...

J.R. is a new recipient of the prestigious LMCC grant, so we took class on the road to her spacious studio, where J.A. proved she's in her Blue Period, sketching a masterpiece under our noses in her personal pad. Oh, you think I'm kidding?

We make masterpieces here, lol. Reveling in the the waxy scent of Crayolas, the smeared goodness of Cray-Pas, we come to group, make art, and take only what we need from it.

(Oh, Good Afternoon, Leroy Jenkins; photo courtesy of Jane Aiello)