Right when I was about to leave work, I found an event happening today. It’s called TOAST (Tribeca Open Artist Studio Tour)! I was excited to go to these kind of events. The most exciting part is really about entering the studio. I get to touch the exterior of the building, usually pressing the button to get building access or holding the door knob of a glass door. Most of these studios are usually inside of an old warehouse with polished wooden stairs that creaks. I feel special walking through the doors because it’s not often to get into these exclusive kind of space, especially in NYC.
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This is the entrance of a studio on 378 Broadway. 
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I was really stuck looking at this piece because of the shadow. The art piece is laying up against a wall. There’s a long pipe above the ceiling, and with the light beaming on it, a pipe shadow force onto the wall. The shadow is perfect on surface of the art piece. I really reflects the shadow of a window blind. The dimness of the looks so real. I briefly spoke to the artist, Emily about it and all the really worried about was the roughed up corners. The shadow is just perfect.
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This is another studio that I was pretty much overwhelmed by the limited space covered by art pieces. This artist have a small but long couch up against a wall, sometimes its where he rests or take naps. He says he doesn’t sleep much. I like how his work space is cornered by art tools. I wanted to take picture of his creative desk but I guess he really wanted to be in the picture. 
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I entered a really small studio with mostly pop arts. Most pieces were screaming with bright colors and exaggerated imagines. 
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This shot was taken from the elevator. I wonder what this building was before the studios moved in. 
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This stairs brings back so many memories as a child at my mom’s workplace. My mom used to work at a sweatshop factory right on Broadway, which is now NYSC. The stair was very similar but yet, it has that same old wooden smell.
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Blue taped white sheets of art drafts on a wall.
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This is not a studio, it is a hallway.
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One of the artists wrote a lovely note on a painted sheet. I spent few minutes talking to him about his artwork. 
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This is a hallway of the studios. 
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This is an elevator looking all sophisticated just to get to the floor. 
