Club Six’s weekly paint party whipped me into a photo frenzy, hence the abundance of photos. It’s a gallery come to life, with new paintings born a few times every hour. They mature from blank blackness into raggedy outlines then full-grown works of art before the dark-shirted curator pries them off the wall to black them out and hang them again for their next incarnation.

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