The space breathed with potential. Its indoor-outdoor ambiguity meant natural light illuminated every inch of its warehouse height. It was only the second week the Firehouse Art Collective was holding its Weekend ‘Buzzar’ in this canopied space when we visited, but it already carried the promise of a neighborhood fixture. Has Berkeley not always had a dedicated artist’s market? What took us so long?
It’s a sunny Saturday afternoon and the sun, like a spotlight, singles out the organic soul food stand in the back. A guitarist read more »