A few days ago was the march edition of the Bacanales Lupanar gathering. Consists of a bunch of talented and scrambled jazz musicians, playing on a room with old wallpaper and christmas tree’s lights. Before them there’s a black couch, with a model posing naked on it.

All round and in front of her there are couches and chairs that look like recycled from the trash (which makes them wonderfully comfortable and artsy) in a sort of improvised theater. There goes the artists, painters, illustrators, all doing their best to be in a comfortable position while sketching with ink, charcoals, watercolors, pencils, and all sorts of mediums, while drinking red wine from reused jam jars. Wonderful.

True is, it’s a great way to spend a friday night with artsy friends and let your own creative juices flowing, sheet by sheet you get loose and try new things, new approaches and that certainly does me well. It’s every first friday night of the month, btw.