Radical Community Builders

"I've heard of you before!"
~Burner met during a brunch

It's been more than interesting seeing how an intentional community can grow. I feel as if that's a word that's been thrown around a lot in various organizations and structures as a means to create buy-in from employees and members. There are community-building activities meant to foster and build trust and companionship. There are of course happy hours and other social gatherings that occur with the intent to build community. Over the past few months, we have seen Tresor Space grow in that capacity. We still host the monthly burner brunches, but have also started hosting monthly Camp Beemore member meetings to be used as a community hub in a centralized Baltimore location. Having local burners meet in your living room to discuss future parties, events, and ways to grow as an organization in Baltimore is a surreal experience in itself.


This other aspect of building an internal community comes from welcoming our fourth roommate, Tina. About a month ago, we cleaned and built up the middle room that connected our third roommate's long room to the hallway attached to the kitchen and main gallery space. After over one and a half years we finally crafted a room that now houses another human being/artist.


There are moments when I am standing right in front of the oven and gaze out at the expanses and perspectives around me. I can see through the kitchen wall opening at the cuddle puddle, look up at the rustic rave loft, gaze into Sean's hippie trap room, and still take an active part in the kitchen area. During these moments I smile seeing this physical space that we created from our visions and inspirations from others. Three weekends ago we held an intimate after-party following the Baltimore Deep Sugar Return to the Emerald City event at Soundstage. Seeing Tresor Space utilized to its full glory with about 12 people hanging out, lounging, taking photos, cooking, drinking, cuddling, and dancing around 4am will always make me smile.


Hosting these continuous events here breeds familiarity among people and lets attendees to feel as if they have established some semblance of a connection with others. I have met furries, photographers, project managers, DJs, engineers, call center representatives, editors, and all walks of life from all ages who somehow like coming together to share in a space. 

December Festive Burner Brunch

"Yo man, thank you so much for welcoming us into your space. It's very post-environmentalist... like what an artist collective would look like in a post-apocalyptic world."

This past Sunday, we held our 2nd monthly Baltimore Burner brunch. Even though the last brunch occurred 3 weeks ago, this was the only free weekend in December due to holiday commitments later in the month. Danny Baltimore DJed the majority of the brunch, which is a life experience that I never thought I would ever have. I mean, who else gets to say that you held a potluck brunch in your living room with a DJ playing beats on a blacklight reactive loft floor that you built? There were a few new faces compared to last month, which led to newer interactions and shared conversations.

I remember conversations related to quinoa recipes, dancing in Brooklyn house music temples, the art scenes in the west coast vs. east coast, icebreakers in Burning Man orgy tents, and the weather in Miami. At one point, I took a step back from the roasted Turkey, cuddle puddle, and blacklight DJ loft to witness what this place had become. Sean recently registered tresor space on Google Maps, which brings such a smile to my face. This small dream and investment into creative visions for a home to host communities and friends have come into fruition over the course of time. One of our favorite pleasures here is to host friends and strangers and see how they interact with one another in this space.

Over the course of the brunch, so many visitors asked me what my art was. I laughed a little bit because at first glance I guess that I appeared to fit the typical artist stereotype since I had the purple hair, residence in a warehouse, and had surrounded myself with contemporaries with untraditional jobs and interests. I answered that hosting was my art. My skills involved curating a space and making people feel comfortable coming together and sharing food, conversation, and space. These events also get me excited, because then the new connections made during these informal brunches will allow people to then see each other at other events and build off of those connections moving forward into the future. It's a community coming together through a shared interest over music, weirdness, and food.


color by number

“Okay Marvin, so what do you want to contribute to this piece? Oh! Alright, I guess we’ll add it in.” *draws a cartoon nun


The wall opposite the windows in our studio living room space has been blank ever since we moved here over a year ago. In a stroke of inspiration, involving Thanksgiving break recreation time, Sean used a Montana Paint Pen to draw a collage of faces, shapes, patterns, and figures on the wall. That was the easy part of the design. The following three weeks involved coloring in and filling in the outlines of the shapes on the wall. Sean rallied friends, old roommates, and his boyfriend to help him color in the wall along the way. As the temperature fell, Sean’s motivation to perform tasks and projects at home rose. It was remarkable just how invested Sean became with the projects that he had been putting off for some time. As his roommate, I looked back to a few months ago when he shared with me a photo of some painted faces on a wall in a café in Brooklyn. I remember just how excited he got after having shown me the photo, and how he wanted to do the same thing back here in tresor space.

It’s funny how we plan for events that we host back here at tresor space. We start work on pet/improvement projects when there are sufficient funds, enough motivation, and a specific due by date so that we can immediately get gratification and validation from visitors. It’s definitely 50% selfless and 50% selfish reasoning behind the work that we do. The gratification and validation of our work on our own, and seeing friends enjoy the hard work that we pour into this space make it all worth it.
*Note: Sometimes it’s more 80% selfishness, since we’re millennials and instant gratification is a good motivator.

Finished Wall.jpg

November Burner Brunch Friendsgiving

Intentional Community.


I feel as if that concept is thrown around a lot. I've heard of companies talking about the office community, neighborhoods describing the tight-knit community, or socially cognizant people discussing the merits of a network vs. a community. After having spent over a year here at tresor space and using it as a space to host dance rehearsals, art days, and decompression days after regional burns we coordinated with two leaders in the Baltimore Burning Man Community, Ian and Millie, who host monthly Wednesday Baltimore Burner Happy Hours at the Mount Vernon Marketplace. 

What is Burning Man?

We hosted a Burner Brunch a few months ago at the end of the spring this past year, but stopped due to festival season. Now that the weather is getting colder and people are starting to hibernate, we felt like a monthly Sunday brunch would function as an intentional community builder. It amazed me how a critical mass of burners arrived and brought a variety of dishes ranging from kale walnut salads to a full-sized ham and turkey with vegetarian stuffing. The conversation flowed freely, and I would overhear snippets of discussions. My favorite moments were looking out at the crowd of friends and strangers and seeing them interact with one another in a more relaxed setting that was also my home. It pleased me so much to know that this place where we poured our heart and energies could finally function as a gathering space for our friends and new people.


I think that in order to build community, people must come together with unifying purposes. In this case, it was to share wacky stories involving warm homes filled with chosen family members, the social connotation of forcing everyone to do ice-breakers at a Burning Man orgy tent, and the openness and uniqueness that comes from an open invitation for all beautiful weirdos to come together in a unique space to share Thanksgiving-themed brunch dishes and photoshoots courtesy of Noodles.

Gone with the Windows

As the weather gets colder outside so too does the temperature here at The CopyCat. It may have to do with the uninsulated walls, the drafty single-pane windows, or the random cracks in the CMU/brick walls that funnels cold air directly into our space. Fortunately, the boiler was turned on early this year, which allows our radiator to create a wall of heat next to our cuddle puddle stage. We have also installed plastic window kits in order to create an air barrier in-between the window panes and the shrink-wrapped plastic. Then there you have it, a warehouse arts space without a draft and a radiator that clangs, bangs, and thank-you-maams at all hours of the day depending on the grace of the boiler room goddesses.

The artist, himself, wrapping the windows. Note the side-hip.

The artist, himself, wrapping the windows. Note the side-hip.

art all over

"This is only the beginning."
~One of the final lines from the alien Abzug matriarch in The Terrible Secret of Lunastus, a show by the Baltimore Rock Opera Society.

We are tired, but not as tired as the Abused & Tired Bell Foundry members and BROS who were kicked out after the Ghost Ship warehouse fire in Oakland, California on December 2, 2016. In this artist haven a fire broke out during one of the nighttime performances that claimed the lives of 36 individuals. The ripples that have echoed and reverberated throughout the nation and arts community after that fateful night have impacted places as far as Baltimore. To outsiders, The Ghost Ship seemed to be a place that would have been considered odd and patch-worked. Photos show paper lanterns, Indian mandalas, lofted beds, DIY construction projects, and vibrant tapestries outlined with rainbow flags. This warehouse was not only a living space for creative types, but artists on the margins. This was a place where anyone could be who they were as long as they were accepting of others; a place where people could be accepted for who they were. It's rarer these days to see places where a cacophony of subcultures and backgrounds meet together across boundaries. Whether you were straight, trans, gay, black, white, brown, old, young, spiritual, atheist, etc. this could have served as a home filled with people who would unconditionally accept you.

The Bell Foundry, bmore art

The Bell Foundry, bmore art

The Bell Foundry with the construction of a brick office building, CityPaper

The Bell Foundry with the construction of a brick office building, CityPaper

Interestingly enough, DIY arts spaces like this exist across the country with Station North neighborhood in Baltimore being one of the nexus points. "The Bell Foundry was a place where people lived and worked and paid rent and played music and made art; it was also a place where people crashed if they were passing through, or had fallen on hard times, or felt unsafe in another place." It could even be said that the Bell Foundry was the Baltimore equivalent of the Ghost Ship. Since 2009, the Bell Foundry predominantly held space for white artists and punks in Baltimore. During 2016, the space become more people-of-color and LGBTQ+ centric, with an emphasis on making them feel welcome.

The End of the Bell Foundry

On December 5, 2016 Baltimore city officials evicted the denizens of the Bell Foundry. Since the space was meant to be an artists studio not zoned for living, most of the tenants and people staying there couldn't ask for relocation assistance from the city. Since then, the former tenants of the Bell Foundry have found housing through friends, nearby spaces at the DIY studio/residential CopyCat Building, and throughout Baltimore City. 

It has been interesting integrating into this scene towards one of its greater shifts. The story of how tresor space eventually came into being started at the end of my Peace Corps service in Uganda. I had been talking with my best friends back in Baltimore about how I should re-integrate back into the developed world, and we decided that we would all meet up for a three-week Eurotrip in Amsterdam, Budapest, and Berlin. We spent New Years in Berlin, where we were denied entering Berghain, succeeded in entering Watergate, and spent one of the most memorable New Years at Tresor. My first few months adjusting to life back in the United States involved living with my roommates Sean and Drew in a small townhouse apartment in Remington. I remember feeling cosy, yet cramped there. I worked as a tutor and as a high school math teacher for the spring semester. During this time, I was also privileged enough to bike as the neon letter O as a moving light installation by Thick Air Studios during the Light City Baltimore Festival, where I was able to make friends and meet artists from different parts of the city. 

The Baltimore Sun

The Baltimore Sun

Brian O'Doherty

Brian O'Doherty

During this time, I was introduced to the final days of the Station North neighborhood before the big changes. One of the bike riders hosted an after-party at his warehouse space in the Station North neighborhood and I was absolutely floored. I felt like that a DIY warehouse space surrounded by like-minded people was where I could live and be myself. I recall drinking a Boh, eating some tikka masala pizza from Charles Bar & Grille, and hanging out with fellow bike riders, activists, and artists while thinking to myself that this was the sort of place that I would like to call home for a bit.

I soon thereafter discovered Alloverstreet. Alloverstreet, a play on the name Oliver Street, was a free arts walk in the Station North neighborhood that showcased performances and exhibitions by local artists on the first Friday of every month from 5pm - 10pm. The Station North Tool Library would also host happy hours at the beginning of that time. 

Our living room when it was still the Terrault Gallery

Our living room when it was still the Terrault Gallery

Balti Gurls playing during Station North Tool Library Happy Hour

Balti Gurls playing during Station North Tool Library Happy Hour

I remember bringing Sean and Tyler to Alloverstreet with me, and looking at paintings at the Terrault Gallery, electronic music and projection mapping at La Bodega, and artist panel discussions at Area 405. I felt like I was exploring the bowels of this underground arts scene filled with unlimited potential and combinations all while being tucked away in a small Baltimore neighborhood. During the summer of 2016, Sean and I started to put effort into looking for warehouse spaces that would be available to rent in Baltimore. Brooks Kossover, the former tenant of the Terrault Gallery, had made plans to move his living space and gallery elsewhere, so the space opened up for rent. I specifically remember missing out on a hookup during a date, because I went to the bathroom to take a 45-minute phone call from the slightly off-kilter landlord Frank in order to convince him that we would be good tenants. 

As stated in previous posts, Sean and I moved into the former Terrault Gallery and decided to name it tresor space in homage to the changes to our life perspective that occurred in that Berlin techno, heating plant. Ever since then, we have been working to make the place more livable, more vibrant, and more open to all people to be who they want to be without judgment. We still have dreams about serving the community, from local members to the surviving arts scene that has been changing. The other day, I was returning some stored paintings to an artist friend of mine from Syracuse, when an AmeriCorps member walked into our gallery space and asked about tresor space. I told him about it and the possibility of using it as a meeting space for youth/art empowerment programs in the neighborhood. 

Recently, our living room was the featured image in a Vice article called Is Baltimore's DIY Art Scene Dying? I talked about this with some of my fellow BROS last night before our second performance of The Terrible Secret of Lunastus with whom I have been dancing as a Nog Tree Dancer. One of them responded with a resounding, "Hell No!" 

BROS Reclaiming the Spotlight: The Baltimore Sun

Tommy McConlogue, Nog Dancers in The Terrible Secret of Lunastus

Tommy McConlogue, Nog Dancers in The Terrible Secret of Lunastus

Right now, I can't even begin to put into words how I feel about the life that the tresor space denizens are living right now. Just a year ago I was astounded to bike in the Baltimore Bike Party, didn't realize that there were three arts districts in Baltimore, and never would have thought that I would be accepted for living in a space such as this. I work as a Baltimore Corps Fellow at a grassroots African theatre organization called WombWork Productions in West Baltimore, dance for the BROS, photograph for Humans of Baltimore, and have fallen in love with this horizon overlooking the Guilford Avenue Bridge for a this period in my life. We are at the point where we have built up the space enough so that we can share it with others. We are looking for a way to serve the arts community in Baltimore once more in one shape or another. Despite the silence of low-profile venues, the closing of communal spaces like the Bell Foundry and the Paradox, and the shuttering of the local City Paper, the arts scene still survives here. 


Seeing Fire

“I just felt like I was finally being the best version of myself that I always aspired to be.”

This summer has had its share of ups and downs here at Tresor Space. There have been a lot of changes around here, from our former storage, side room transforming into a fully-livable bedroom with a storage loft. The cuddle puddle has also gained a few extra plants, and the gallery has been cleared of many old belongings that would collect dust.

More-so than the physical changes that have occurred here, are the changes that have happened to the people who have passed through here. Last year, Tresor Space was just getting started. It used to be all-white walls; a fully blank canvas that could have become anything. Since then, it has acted as a photo/dance studio, bed and breakfast, post-party decompression, and home for people who visit us here in Baltimore. If last year was spent building up the hosting capacity of this place, this past summer was spent sharing it with visitors, friends, and family members. The reaction is usually the same, with guests asking how a space like this even exists or operates. We then go through the litany of explanations:

tresor space in the beginning

tresor space in the beginning

tresor space - original kitchen

tresor space - original kitchen

“No we don’t own this place, but we have invested a lot of money here in the hopes that it will repay in emotional fulfillment."

“Four people live here and yes rent is very doable despite how big the space is.” “

No we don’t have to put everything back to the way it was after we leave; the future tenants will inherit what we have built here.”

“Yes it was very daunting to take in this place back when we didn’t know what to expect from it.”

The best thing about this place is that it has represented how a dream and vision can come to life. A little over a year ago, I can still remember wanting to live in a warehouse that I could call me own, and now I am living in a vibrant space that I can not only call my home, but also can call a community space. One of the BROS dancers shared with me that he enjoyed coming over to tresor space for dancing, and appreciated that it was not just a home but also a place to gather people together.


That’s part of our vision; to bring people together to our vision that comes to life every single day.

Dance Space

"Do we need lotion?"
~A line from the BROS Musical, The Terrible Secret of Lunastus

In the heart of Station North Arts District lies the Bell Foundry, which is also the current Headquarters for the BROS (Baltimore Rock Opera Society). In the early spring the BROS held auditions for the Terrible Secret of Lunastus which is a rock opera set on the planet Lunastus which is home to utterly powerful alien technology and demonic, hip-hop tree dancers. Rehearsals usually take place at the Bell Foundry, but time and meeting space has become limited. As a result, tresor space has become the dance rehearsal space every Monday evening until August for the hip-hop dancing Nog trees whose noxious eyeball fruit produce fumes poisonous to humans.

Lofting Up

"Be careful! I'm getting stressed just watching you."
~Our friend Kim watching us install a metal staircase

As we continue building capacity in our space, we also see that we need a place to store Sean's camera gear. None of the rooms on the first floor would have been conducive to utilize as a storage space, so we looked to our large amount of ceiling space. The hallway leading from the main studio and kitchen to the other half of our space goes through this odd semi-room with 2x4 wall studs that weren't really attached to either the top plate or sole plate. Also the joists were 2x4's with the wider side attached to the top plates, which meant that the middle ceiling sagged a visible inch even though no load was applied to the top of it. 

Over the course of a month, I began the labor-intensive process of demolishing the joists and drywall. One of my hipster, cycling friends, Brian, suggested that I start going to The Loading Dock. The Loading Dock is a non-profit building materials re-use center that salvages old industrial building materials that can be resold to customers for a small $10/year membership fee. I sojourned there with the aid of our third roommate, Julius, who accompanied me in a 15' landscaping van. The Loading Dock is a DIY construction enthusiast's wet dream; there are old cabinets, loose tiles, vinyl siding, carpet squares, loads of lumber, and pre-made staircases. All of these items are sold for very cheap; for example an 8' 2x6 piece of lumber usually sells for about $2 and pre-made staircases are sold for $10/step.

After having loaded all of the lumber for the wood studs and the joists, I started to look at pre-made staircases. Tucked away in-between the window section and the loose tile section I saw a slightly rusted, iron staircase like the ones you would see out on a fire escape. I fell in love with it within moments, and could not believe that a 6' tall iron staircase only costed $80. I installed the staircase in the hallway that eventually would lead up to the loft that I was building above the semi-odd room. The hardest part of the entire endeavor was ensuring that the staircase could be connected to the wooden wall and the floorboards. 

Our oily sparkle, glitter stairs! I think that I got the color temperature wrong on the photo edit.

Our oily sparkle, glitter stairs! I think that I got the color temperature wrong on the photo edit.

After installing the floorboards on the loft, painting them, and coating the surface in an unhealthy amount of polyurethane, I turned my attention to the rusted staircase. I sanded away the loose flakes of rust, primed the surface, and spray-painted chrome over the treads so that the staircase looked a bit more modern and a little bit less decrepit. As a bonding experience, Sean and I then glitter-fucked the staircase by sprinkling extremely fine blue and purple glitter over the chrome-plated steps and sealing that in another unhealthy dose of polyurethane. 

This resulted in the renovation of the semi-odd room that could now support a 15'x11' loft filled with all of Sean's gear as well as a glitter, chrome-coated staircase.

Cloudwall Paradox

"The time has changed and once the times have changed the crowds have changed. It's all about love, once you come through those doors. And I'm throwing them out with real love. How you dance is how you belong."

~Security Guard at the last Deep Sugar Dance at the Paradox

Sean and I were talking the other day about how far we've come ever since we first moved into the CopyCat Building and started Tresor Space. We started to get into a groove even during the bitter cold winter months. One project that comes to mind is the cloudwall on the right side of the television in the main living room. About two months ago I contacted Frankie Mondo, who agreed to spend her Sunday spray-painting a cloudwall. The cloudwall surrounded the painting of the Baltimore band Trash Talk. Throughout the course of the day, Frankie would slowly layer the blank portion of the drywall with splotches of blue and hues of yellows, reds, and browns. She had been working on spray-painting sky gradients with clouds interspersed throughout.

At first, she encountered difficulty with too many grey clouds encroaching upon the main piece of her work. She eventually figured out what she wanted to do with the painting by adding more splotches of white and blue over the darker clouds. The end work resulted in having a good portion of the long wall in our main gathering space covered in a nebulous cloud wall, where we and our visitors can cloud-gaze indoors.

Throughout the entire encounter, I held this beaming smile in my face because I felt like more stories were being created here. With every passing day, this space feels more and more like home because of the memories and stories made here. 


One such story comes from some of our burner friends coming over the weekend of April 8th in order to go to the Paradox Club near M&T Bank Stadium. This 20 year Baltimore Club was finally closing its doors after reigning supreme in the Baltimore Club scene. The intimacy of the club rooms coupled with the openness of its clientele contributed to its legendary status in Baltimore. Since the music of the club blended house music with hip-hop, the demographic of the club attracted both local Baltimoreans and artsy burner/rave types. That night, I smiled seeing the people dancing on the floor. I saw many African-American locals dancing with burner-artsy types (who are predominantly seen as being white). I absolutely loved how the different demographics mixed together in a way that could only occur through music. I witnessed different generations of club-goers reflect about their experiences. I remember listening in awe as the security guard chatted with another club-goer about their experiences at the Paradox 15 years ago.

In Motion Photography |   www.inmotionphoto.net

In Motion Photography |  www.inmotionphoto.net

It felt weird being a part of such an intimate celebration of dance, unity, and memory in such a sacred space. It felt weirder hearing the older members of The Paradox reminiscing about experiences that I myself was experiencing at that very moment.

After dancing until 7am, we all took an Uber back to tresor space where we were able to relax. And that is part of the beauty of our space; to have partaken in such a powerful shared experience, only to retreat back to our space that we call home to a growing community of people who just want to day dream and dance. while looking at clouds.

Glad and Boujee

"Thank you for hosting us, and know that you will always have a place to stay in Austin, TX when you come to visit."
~Band Member of Bourgeois Mystics


The weather has been getting much warmer over the past month, and as a result more denizens of the CopyCat building spend time outside on the steps hanging out and chatting with passers-by. They notice the sign above our door proclaiming that inside that door is tresor space. We then get asked if our gallery space will ever be back in use for exhibits or if we will ever throw shows again on our stage in the main studio room. While we are still working on clearing out our gallery space of all the excess building materials and storage supplies, we have thrown at least one real show in our studio. Back in April, thanks to our friend Audrey who introduced us to the local burner scene, we hosted the Bourgeois Mystics:

"Since early 2015, Bourgeois Mystics has captivated TX audiences with their distinct combination of funk, art rock, and hip-hop which they dub "Art Funk." The group couples its infectious and bombastic compositions with witty tongue-in-cheek lyrics and electrifying live performances. Distinct originals and unique covers are sung in various languages including French, English, and Hindi."
~Facebook About Page

Of course we were a bit nervous about hosting our first real show, especially since we didn't want to cause a commotion or problem being one of the most exposed units in the CopyCat building. This show was going to be a trial run for us to see what we could expect from the logistics of hosting a show. We were expecting them to show up on Thursday evening for a more intimate show comprised of friends and family of the lead singer Taylor. Back in Fall 2016, Taylor had left the east coast and her burner community to go to Austin, TX and pursue her career a musician. This show was the first time that she was able to share her music and her growth as a musician ever since she left her community here. 

The result was hosting 40 burners, artists, friends, and family members through an evening of the band performing on our cuddle puddle stage used for something other than sleeping and cuddling. It's a versatile stage. It felt very validating to literally provide a space for Taylor and the bandmates of the Bourgeois Mystics to perform, eat a warm dinner, and sleep in peace before continuing their tour across the country. The ability to provide space just for a little bit, brought such a smile to my face. At one point during the show, the entire crowd jumped from their chairs and danced in the studio room and danced to the music. It was moment's like these that allowed tresor space to showcase a small bit of its potential as a community gathering space to share music, dance, art, and space.

Notorious R.B.G

"If I had any talent in the world, any talent that God could give me, I would be a great diva."
~Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Supreme Court Justice

The other day I asked Sean to create one of those dope-ass sweaters that you see the cool-millenial kids wearing these days on the block as they hip-hop EDM dance and do extra-curriculars in their spare time. The inspiration for the design stems from Ruth Bader Ginsburg's ascribed title taken from The Notorious B.I.G. Her notoriety comes from being the leader of the liberal justices on the Supreme Court, and often the one writing the dissenting liberal opinion after a case. Even as the oldest serving justice, her jurisprudence and rational demeanor has led to liberal gains concerning abortion rights, same-sex marriage, and gender equality. In essence, she had become the level-headed, sage-like national treasure embodied in a jabot-wearing powerhouse of a woman, representing the patience and mic-drop inducing opinions that millenials wished they had.

So tresor space proudly unveils the newest article of clothing that will keep you warm during the colds months and can be given as a C̶h̶r̶i̶s̶t̶m̶a̶s̶ Chanukah gift to the more Conservative members of your family that may or may not be treasured for years to come. Let your friends know that you have faith in the checks and balances of our government and that if all else fails the Notorious R.B.G. will uphold our inalienable rights.

Notorious R.B.G. Sweater <<click here!

Meh, the pen is still mightier than the sword.

Meh, the pen is still mightier than the sword.

Gruntled Onesies

"Whenever there's something near my mouth, I have a natural inclination to eat it."
~Rachel Belkin, RPCV

It's been a gruntling and exhausting few weeks here at tresor space. We've hosted Halloween gatherings, hungover brunches, and as of recently a 4am comedown after nights well-lived dancing against the patriarchy, flailing to Dan Deacon at The Compound, and burning at the National Monument.

"I want to be a good witch."

"I want to be a good witch."

What can I say other than that this place has now hosted several friends from many walks of life. Many visitors have stated that this place is not only ideal for preparing for an adventure, but also for the aftermath of an adventurous night "painting the town" when all you want to do is sink into a warm couch as the ambient murmurs of the new Bon Iver album accompanied by the colorful glow of hue lights hanging from the ceiling.

"We live in Mount Vernon."

"We live in Mount Vernon."

"Yeah, I don't think that your loft floor will collapse..."

"Yeah, I don't think that your loft floor will collapse..."

"Dude, this is awesome!"

"Dude, this is awesome!"

What I have started to learn is the potential of this place. It's a guilty pleasure of ours to bring in someone into our space and see them marvel at the new projects and endeavors on which we worked. It's starting to be a running joke that as soon as a new visitor stops by, Sean immediately shows off the colored hue lights, the sound system, and his hippy-trap of a room while I show them the kitchen, lofts, and general cleanliness of an artist residence.

"We definitely survived Peace Corps."

"We definitely survived Peace Corps."

"The Queen ain't got nothin' on me... Also I'm so cold."

"The Queen ain't got nothin' on me... Also I'm so cold."

Let's just say that these days mantle us with creative outlets and gruntle us so much.