Asheville as a city was a beguiling thing. We came upon it initially on our way down to Atlanta. Asheville had long been this mythical place long known for its tranquility. Some great artists and minds had migrated there, and simply never left. It seems like an interesting prospect as it had all the characteristics of an interesting art scene.
Our first foray into the River Arts District revealed a scene that had many moving parts. While the RAD had many buildings, they were all spread out and had it not been for access to a vehicle, it would have been harder to navigate. Once arrived, the communication between artists and the community supporters who had ben setting up interviews was seamless. In no time at all, I had visited with many artists and gallerists, that I began to feel the legendary welcomeness i had heard so much about.
Asheville is much like a fantastic web. Once you arrive, you may find it difficult to leave. There were stories I had heard regarding locals and bad blood, but that was not why we came! Every single scene has dramatic stories revolving around miscreants. I am not saying that it's right, but I am saying that shitty people are everywhere.