On Saturday, I went to the last day of Artomatic, which bills itself as “DC’s Biggest Creative Event,” and included ten stories worth of artwork by 1,300 artists and performers. I first read about it in Metro Weekly, which billed it as an “all-access arts clusterfuck,” and said that the event had returned after a three year hiatus. When my housemate asked me if I wanted to go with her, the answer was obvious.
In case the inordinate number of museums that made it onto my otherwise open European itinerary didn’t tip you off — I really like art.
And Artomatic did not disappoint.
There were paintings, photographs, sculptures, installations, performance art, and stages where bands played and poets slammed.
Some of it was weird,
and all of it was wonderful.
There were interactive exhibits where you could create your own art, and artists who were working on projects throughout…
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