One, a post modern expressionist exhibition, two; an exhibition of masks made of tin, and three; a duet of two young ladys singing jazz, in harmony, accompanied by a stand up base and guitarist.
It was lively, and a great way to "feel" the art.
I appreciate the avaunt gaudiness and immediacy that comes out on First Thursday Artwalks, and the fact people come out to play along with the artists.
Music is a big part of the equation here in this fragmented city. The musicians seem to be the glue that holds it together. I say this because musicians, more than than flat or 3D artists, are everywhere. They fill the seams. As a result it's not difficult to get to the configuration of what makes Seattle work; it's as if the cracks and fissures left open, on purpose, esposing its rough fenestration.