It's Thursday night on Clematis and although it's early, the sidewalks are overflowing with bar-goers in search of an early start to their weekend. Heavy bass beats rhythmically into the streets and neon letters light the windows, "Corona," "Budweiser Select" -- two reasons to endure the work week.
A quiet gallery on the corner of Rosemary and the main drag stands half lit on the inside and is incredible in its unassuming stillness. At least it seems that way from across the street. Moving in closer, the bassy sounds of dance music gives way to the sound of faded distortion and a growling voice prevails through the din like a ghost.