Bronx’s Art Fair Paints in Fordham

Fordham brushed last night with the Bronx’s Art Fair, coloring NYC’s spring at a University Avenue lot. Curator Lena Carter hung oils as 300 shopped, a $10 ticket fest of strokes. It’s borough hues—pure BX vibe, canvases hot. A kid nabbed a sketch; a pro bagged a mural. ‘Bronx arts—this is it,’ Carter says, hanging works. The stalls turned gallery.

The fair’s fresh—April 4’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing rows by noon. Carter’s a Mott Haven painter; last night’s crowd hit max—colors popped. A latecomer nabbed a spot; cash buzzed—NYC grit glowed. Runs one day—art ruled. #BronxArtFair trended; Queens wants a brush.

Some griped—’Too gritty,’ sniped a normie, dodging edges. Wind flicked—tents held; beauty rolled. A rival’s pitching a Soundview fair, splitting hues. Still, 400 stayed—strokes reigned. Fordham’s never painted so bold.

Carter’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a glow if spring bites. ‘NYC’s canvas—this paints it,’ she says, packing frames. The fair’s a Bronx win—grit meets hue. It’s an art rush; catch the next. Bring a bag—works call.