NYC is architecturally grounded on hidden marvels – the solidarity and suspense echoing over the course of chaos, daily. As though the city hides magical abodes from itself to be rediscovered in fits of refurbishment like that 50 bucks you stashed in a French dictionary. With this in mind, I present to you Vaudeville Park.
In the flesh, Vaudeville Park’s a storefront on the corner of Bushwick and Devoe. White walls alternately adorned with art or vivified with the quintessential light of vehicles passing by night. A succulent baby grand in the corner.
Vaudeville Park is the frenetic Ian Colletti. A labor of love and oracular insight into the future of musical presentation. What transpires here self sustains: artistry is the powerful currency, which is to say, it’s not for profit. Reciprocation between artists, organizers, audience in the name of sublime intervention and community involvement, which is to say, contact between these parties is direct, via a collaborative desire to preserve creative constitution.
The artists and curators working within this space are spectral in a way that only develops inside the rushing core of art for art, even if it requires eating icing in a spacesuit. Art for the sake of not only art but the complications of survival, the revelry of urban stenography, the urgency of creating in the moment. Also, this is happening as part of CMJ. Find a list of contributing artists spanning the gamut of classical composition to room-scale installation to hysterical theatrics, on VP’s website.- Valerie Kuehne