The French Impressionists of the 1800s met in dimly lit art galleries and spoke of art and its dynamic influence on culture. They were ambitious minds, different from their modern contemporaries. Some were legitimately crazy. Others charmingly "off."
All of them shared the intense desire to create something more meaningful than what the world had given them.
On January 18th, they met in a rec center, in the outskirts of a tiny college village in a basement with one-bar WiFi, ping pong tables and an out of tune piano in the corner. The paintings are scant now but the palettes are ready to see some action.
This time, two some odd weeks ago, we held our second interest meeting / info session / casual meet and greet. Vogueabulary is picking up, slowly and assuredly, by word of mouth and from those who offer their support. Words cannot express our gratitude fully.
I learned many things that night, most important that we're all artists in some way, applying our passions to business, photography, or styling. In this all too serious, politically-correct, recession of an economy, people seem to walk more on eggshells than they dance in the rain.
That's a tragedy in itself.
And although I don't know the cure for that tragedy, an effective band-aid seems to be good ol' camaraderie. Getting out there and meeting people who share the same passion and goals as you do.
It was an uplifting night, as the laughs bounced off concrete walls and onto the webcammed screens of those who couldn't make the meeting. Hands were shaken. Business cards were exchanged. Stories shared.
Oh yeah, and selfies. Can't forget about the selfies.
Penned by Crisanto J.
Photos via Rexon Arquiza