Drinking in the right environment is very important. This is no bullshit. Think about that can of beer you had at that party on that roof deck. When you were drinking under the stars you probably did that thing you do when you grip the beer can at the top with your fingertips. Now, think about that can of beer you had at that gallery opening. When you were standing next to those abstract streaks and squiggly sculptures you held that beer on the side of the can and swung your pinkie finger out like a kickstand. My point is that a change in the place you’re drinking can affect how you drink.
Brad Carney - cell phone shot of the art
I was at the Lost Bar again (it‚Äôs becoming my new favorite bar) and they¬† have changed the art on the walls. Before, this bar had some pretty cool art up. It was a bunch of colorful paintings with chicks on them. That‚Äôs chicks the baby birds, not the derogatory word for adult women. Although either would make me feel like I‚Äôm in a fun bar. Now shit‚Äôs changed with the art of Brad Carney. Brad Carneys‚Äô work makes the Lost Bar a little fancier. The colors in the painting are more muted, giving the place a fine dining kinda feel. They have purple, pinkish and burgundy lines that remind me of something biological. (ED NOTE; the word you’re searching for is “yonic“) Carneys‚Äô stuff comes with short horizontal lines that imply ribbed things in your body, like your throat or duh, your ribs. Other paintings have big round swirls that give me the idea that I‚Äôm looking at the monitor of one of those mini cameras doctors cram into different orifices.
The paintings are well done; I would buy one, but I couldn’t help but scoot a little bit away from the wall when I sat down. Maybe I thought the vortex like circles would suck me into the colorful insides of a bigger life form. I felt like I would have to drink the rest of my beer inside someone; like in that movie Innerspace with Martin Short or Osmosis Jones with Chris Rock or that old movie Fantastic Voyage. Maybe it’s the colors, maybe it’s the placement of the paintings, but I also wanted to drink with my pinkie finger out  That is some artist that can creep you out a bit with abstract lines, but still make you feel like you in a fancy joint without using chicks.
Atlantis: The Lost Bar
2442 Frankford Ave.
Tshombe
