Sometimes,Things Just Come 'Out of the Blue'

Howdy Hearty HotSpot Homies,

We at the BoMa lair recently became aware of the avid group following our assorted affairs. We would like to take a moment before delving into the exciting events of Day 4 to commend you on your admirable interest, and encourage you to explore the varied highlights our blog offers (i.e. the poll).

Day 4 of our quest to reveal the cultural and artistic HotSpots of Boston began as the BoMa Bloggers hopped on the Green Line, coffee mugs in hand (free coffee day at Starbucks!), to meet and greet with Out of the Blue Gallery’s mysterious representative and self-proclaimed artist, Marshall in Cambridge. The gallery, covered from floor to ceiling with paintings, barely leaving room for the 5 of us and Marshall’s Alaskan Husky, was formed in Cambridge about 14 years ago with the intent to provide hanging space for artists of all ages and skill levels. Tim Tipton, the gallery’s founder, felt it was important to allow artists, regardless of social status, a space to show their art. As a result, even today, artists merely have to pay a small fee of $25 to hang 3 cohesive pieces in the gallery. The gallery’s funkiness and emphasis on diversity make it a hot spot. In addition to the standard paintings, Out of the Blue offers a variety of programming, such as poetry readings, live music and even Sunday afternoon drum circles, which according to Marshall, are quite enjoyable for novice but eager drummers. More to come on the gallery later (We are exhausted! Being us is just such a challenge).

After a scintillating discussion with Marshall, a current artist and photographer (who really creates exquisite, albeit unusual work), the team hustled over to Harvard Square (only a half mile walk, though Leah complained of fatigue the whole time) to meet with a local neuroscientist and friend, though this was for lunch rather than artistic curiosity. We hit up Fire and Ice, which has a surprisingly cheap $8 lunch offering. There, we found that the world is still a good place, as we encountered a ridiculously cute baby wearing some sweet high top Nikes. The conclusion of the meal was mired in befuddlement, however, as the remaining BoMa bloggers (our jock Sam had a lacrosse game and our neuroscientist had a surgery) struggled to compute the numbers necessary to pay the bill. With that said, we would like to officially announce that the BoMa bloggers are boycotting all activities involving numbers.

With our minds rocked, we hopped back on the T and got off at Park Street to enjoy the Boston Public Gardens. Though we had prayed it would be 8 degrees warmer, when the wind took a rest, the grassy oasis in the heart of Bean Town was a fabulous conclusion to yet another artful and art-full day. Some solid people-watching and tree hugging lasted about an hour before we finally ventured toward the T to return to the friendly confines of Newton Centre. Thus concluded day 4 of the BoMa bloggers. Pictures, videos and interview transcripts to come soon! Until then, keep reading and keep it real.

-BoMa Bloggers