Echo Park is the perfect place to have an art walk (preferably during the day, before the Tec-9 fire/stabbings erupt). It’s also a somewhat chaotic affair, strung throughout suburbs surrounding the local paddleboat haven/mini-tropical Watts: galleries in garages and lofts; museums in backyards, and hawkers peddling hand-crafted wares in front of their houses. Obviously it ain’t like walking into your local MOCA/MOMA, especially since the actual ‘museum’ is 2+ miles long and a good 15 degrees hotter.
And pleasantly disorienting: my accomplice and I got lost almost immediately; thank god those starving artists had child laborers to provide us with chalk drawing-maps and cotton candy!
