City Arts Factory for Third Thursday in August had an exhibition called “What Moves You” which featured installation art. In a far back room, Jessica Earley had an installation with two projectors which were decorated to look like space shuttles. On one of the two screens she could be seen crying animated tears. Brigen Gresh had an installation in which railroad spikes hanging from the ceiling caused a traffic pattern which directed viewers to a corner of the room where a whimsical sculpture with multiple wheeled modes of transportation looked like they were balancing on a high beam. In the hallway a toilet bowl was lined with firecrackers.
Outside Pine Street was shut down and the Mobile Arts Show U-Haul was parked with the back of the truck facing the City Arts Factory. White curtains were draped from the rear of the truck. Near the ramp leading up to the truck, three monsters had set up a kissing booth. Terry was feeling quite bohemian this night, but what happens at the Mobile Art Show stays at the Mobile Art Show. Inside the truck was the work of 
Karen Russell. I identify with her angst filled figurative work.
A large weather balloon was perched in the middle of the street. This was an installation called “Connections”. This sphere had video projected on it by students from UCF. I wandered the street because for a solid block artists were out and working on their creations for the duration of the evening. It had been raining rather hard at the beginning of the evening and most artists were under awnings. I followed their lead and sat down under an awning across the street from City Arts. Antonio Santos was painting right in front of me. He was working on a religious themed painting with the figures glowing in a mystical cloud. Jimmy Margary was painting two rather cartoony frogs.
Michael Moore was set up on Orange Avenue somewhat isolated from the rest of the artist crowd. His work uses stencils and spray paint for a quick effect. I started my sketch since I was trapped by the rain. I hoped he might work on his painting but he ended up talking to a friend for the duration of my sketch. Around the corner a woman and man were arguing. She yelled, “I’m waiting to have fucking dinner with you! That is what our fucking plans were!” The man was yelling back, “I show up and you’re all like…” I lost track of what he was saying as I walked away. A homeless man looked at me smiled and shook his head. I smiled back, amused.
