Mott Haven colored last night with the Bronx’s Urban Art Fair, painting NYC’s spring at a 138th Street lot. Curator Lena Carter hung tags as 300 shopped, a $5 entry fest of street strokes. It’s borough ink—pure BX vibe, canvases hot. A kid nabbed a print; a pro bagged a mural. ‘Bronx arts—this is it,’ Carter says, framing works. The stalls turned gallery.
The fair’s fresh—April 4’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing rows by noon. Carter’s a Soundview curator; last night’s crowd hit max—colors popped. A latecomer nabbed a spot; cash buzzed—NYC grit glowed. Runs one day—art ruled. #BronxUrbanArt trended; Queens wants a can.
Some griped—’Too gritty,’ sniped a normie, dodging edges. Space squeezed—latecomers stood; vibe held. A frame tipped—righted quick; sales rolled. Manhattan wants a slice, but Mott Haven owns it—ink rules. The lot’s never popped so bold.
Carter’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a wall if spring bites. ‘NYC’s streets—this paints ‘em,’ she says, packing frames. The fair’s a Bronx win—grit meets hue. It’s an art rush; catch the next. Bring a bag—tags call.