Subtropical sunshine and swampland mosquitoes—two staples of this lovely city, their constancy punctuated with bouts of apocalyptic rain. This serves, of course, to saturate the air with moisture, more welcoming to those pesky—though surely ecologically important (can't hate)—insects. Walking feels like wading, splitting the dense wall of water that thickly fills the emptiness of air. The dense warm air suffocates.
Yet, physical discomfort is no match for some of Miami's best-hidden gems; perhaps hidden just to the few like me. Take, for instance,
Midtown's
Wynwood Arts District.
I have in the past said that the number of affordable and substantive activities available in Miami amount to spending hours online searching for them. This might be true time and again, but the monthly gallery walk (every second Saturday of the month, during which galleries open their doors from 7pm-11pm) is an exception; I say this emphatically. Whoever has the opportunity to visit, should.
Until last night, I was a stranger to Midtown. In fact, I know very little about it. What is evident, however, is that this part of Miami is undergoing redevelopment and is poised to become an urban haven. Residential complexes and commercial centers dot the city blocks. Fellow university peer David commented on the phone as I found parking, "This place is caught right in between being developed and not at all." Ignoring the sociocultural issues the second half of this sentence will highlight, I would describe Midtown and its adjacent art district as an oasis of beauty, activity, and culture set off against a fairly dilapidated background. I don't know enough about the dynamics of this area to conclude anything further.
I took a few pictures of the residential buildings and
main shopping center.
The central courtyard at the Shops houses a fountain surrounded by three Britto sculptures, creating an association (on at least one level) between up and coming Midtown and internationally renowned SoBe (home of Britto Central). Here are some views of this:
A few blocks west of this lies the Wynwood Art District and its galleries. The walk's limited run did not afford enough hours to visit each gallery, but there was lovely contemporary art spanning myriad genres aplenty. Out of respect to authorship, given that it is difficult to judge an individual's stance on this, I limited my camera use within the galleries. I give you but a very limited sample (just one gallery and one artist, whose name I have unfortunately forgotten) of the artwork I saw.
Graffiti was not missing. The first gallery we visited impressed me before I'd stepped foot in it.
I found two other murals quite interesting.
This one, obviously, flanked train tracks on one side.
A detail:
I show you this one with and without flash. The color scheme remains interesting in each lighting.
Shortly after I had arrived, the streets swarmed with more life than I had expected. Large crowds danced in and out of galleries all night; they emptied and filled periodically, leaving periods of quiet solitude followed by periods of lively buzz and the collective enjoyment of art.
The evening closed impressively. A rare bout of "the right place at the right time" infected David and I as we found ourselves placed in the position of spectators to a performance of music and fire. Here are the night's final pictures:
A good time. An interesting place. Next time I find myself in Miami on the second Saturday of any month, I shall make sure to seek out what I missed this time. I am also quite curious as to the future of the Midtown/Wynwood area and the role it will play in (re)defining the city's urban image.
Now, will someone pass the Off!?