As I walked past Morgan Avenue L train stop, a sweltering scorch wetted my designer torn T-shirt; The thick buzz of creative energy and shockingly vivid blocks of graffiti lay under the beating sun. Outdoor performance artists attracted groups of tourists, a crowded truck full of paintings shot my eye; On the steps up a tin banjo player mingled with a skate board artist eating a veggie dog. At a distance I could hear the all girl rock band at the boards head truck loading lot. The cement factories edging the fuzzy New York City skyline gave the scenery an air of surreal. The warehouse and factory landscape coated the street sculptures with a brittle edge. I almost got run down by a mob of scooter and home made mopeds that parked down the road. By the end of that sticky summer day, 800 + open studios with thousands of art pieces, left me with the impression of vibrancy, wealth and boom. This Bushwick force was one to be reckoned with. My mind began to wonder as I drank an all green smoothie under the vegan truck canopy.
If I was to measure the wealth of a community, I would look at the creative output of its people, I would measure wellness as the capacity for voluntary cooperation and exchange of gifts. I would analyze the communities capacity for transformation, and I mean transformation that is good. New York City in general is a place of constant transformation. The cities history has innumerable neighborhoods where conditions and human capital have combined resources to transform the community. Without going into specifics or comparisons, the northern borough of Brooklyn Bushwick, has recently undergone a cultural burgeoning and will certainly be the guide post of the New York City art scene as it looks for a beckon past Chelsea.