Glocally Newark

If that’s the case, then I would be about 15 dollars in the hole right now. Quite some time ago, I posted about Newark Open Doors. It was titled Open Doors: Part I, the “I” being the indication that there would be more than one(maybe not a “III” but at least a “II”). But, days turned into weeks (or something to that effect) and I didn’t write much of anything let alone finished what I’d already started in the first place. Needless to say, life got in the way and I neglected to post. So, here is Open Doors:Part II (we’ll call it the archive edition).

My second stop for Newark Open Doors was Rupert Ravens Contemporary. From 765 Broad St., I made my way down Market,  not realizing that they had something of a doorman/bouncer standing out front I almost walked right past.

Once inside I internalized the sights of the former furniture store. The gallery was not just spacious but, incredibly so. I explored the first floor, trying to figure out how to get upstairs without having to ask. As I walked by the band playing in the corner I came upon a long table with a delicious spread of fresh veggies, dip, grapes, two kinds of chips and mango salsa all pleasantly arranged on a red table cloth with a center piece and all. Wine was being served towards the back but, I did not partake; when traveling alone I like to keep my wits about me.

With my failing camera in tow (ever since I dropped it, my camera is perpetually in low battery mode), I made my way downstairs first, then up. The basement had a chemical odor like fresh paint or spray glue. It was an interesting space, is a much more intimate feeling than either of the floors above. One of my favorite pieces was a group of spheres made of wood and metal. My absolute favorite was the red couch arrangement known as Habeas Lounge.

I thought Habeas Lounge was just some kind of seating area by the entrance. But, as it turns out, it’s more of a social interaction project. People are meant to connect through conversation or silence. There are no rules, just that fine mix of people sitting in the same space feeding off each others energies is enough.

It was pretty cool. Even someone as socially inept as myself was able to make idle conversation with those around me, while knitting no less! Yarn and needles were provided, and I was introduced to a different knitting technique by a very nice Egyptian woman. One guy eventually ended up wearing his yarn; all for the sake of interaction I suppose.