Long Island City splashed last night with Queens’ Art Fair, coloring NYC’s spring at a Vernon lot. Curator Jay Patel hung oils as 300 shopped, a $10 ticket fest of strokes. It’s borough hues—pure LIC vibe, canvases hot. A kid nabbed a print; a pro bagged a mural. ‘Queens arts—this is it,’ Patel says, hanging works. The stalls turned gallery.
The fair’s fresh—March 21’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing rows by noon. Patel’s a Flushing painter; last night’s crowd hit max—colors popped. A latecomer nabbed a spot; cash buzzed—NYC grit glowed. Runs one day—art ruled. #QueensArtFair trended; Brooklyn wants a brush.
Some griped—’Too crowded,’ sniped a buyer, dodging elbows. Wind flicked—tents held; beauty rolled. A rival’s pitching a Corona fair, splitting hues. Still, 400 stayed—strokes reigned. LIC’s never painted so bold.
Patel’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a glow if spring bites. ‘NYC’s canvas—this paints it,’ he says, packing frames. The fair’s a Queens win—grit meets hue. It’s an art rush; catch the next. Bring a bag—works call.