Greenpoint Gallery

Cons
–Easy to miss building
–difficult to get to via public transport
–indoor smoking allowed
–dreadfully hot (no fan/​ac)
–not wheelchair accessible
–detached staff
Pros
–really amazing displays of art
–peppy local bands

ARTISTS, DO NOT DISPLAY YOUR WORK IN THIS GALLERY. I didn’t read the reviews before I submitted to a show there, but I wish I had, because several of the negative reviewers had the same experience as I did.
I understood that the show was a salon show and that my work would not really have space to itself. However, my piece was really unique (a fairly large sculpture), so I thought it would stand out against the paintings/​drawings/​photos. When I dropped it off, I talked at length with them about how I wanted it displayed.
I was very excited for the show, and although the place is definitely pretty grungey/​grimy, that vibe didn’t bother me. In fact, I liked how it seemed more like a party than just a gallery. But then I saw where they put my sculpture — in a dark dirty corner where no one could see it. Like I said, it’s pretty big, and it was COVERED in bright sequins & jewels. One of my friends said that she hadn’t been able to find my piece, DESPITE having seen the piece earlier on Instagram.
When I talked with the gallery, I did not specify that the piece had to be in the light — because who puts artwork in a dark corner?! I’ve curated a few gallery shows before, and it’s completely insane to me that they would put ANY artwork here. Particularly something covered in sequins, which react to light.
I’m really insulted by this experience. I’m glad I didn’t pay more than $ 5, but I almost feel like asking for that money back because of how poorly they treated my artwork. And like I said, I get that it’s kind of a datk place, but to put my sculpture somewhere that people can’t even SEE it? Ridiculous.

Omg, where do I begin? I exhibited two artworks in a group show there. A building/​place was grimy, looked liked drug dealing space. I came upon delivery of artwork, it was old and dirty building with big dogs running around. In the hallway, 2^nd floor walking upstairs, there were lots of mess. Exhibiting space was poorly lighted and they displayed artwork all over the place. Location is in the middle of nowhere, in a grimy location, no signs and no banner that this is a gallery. I think, it is also theirs living space there.
I give two stars for the fact that, at that time they did not charge artist for jurying-​in process, because If I had to pay for curation, I would have been pissed off (gallery don’t present artwork well and professional or promote). Also I give two stars, for the marketing staff, they do promote gallery very well.

Another gallery with to much work on the wall trying to sell as many cans of PBR as possible.

WEll, I showed here several times (art) all I can say is for a Gallery which doesnt advertise the artists, but promotes the bands to it’s mailing list makes me think they are masquerading as a not profit for emerging artist WHILE they are really a profit earning VENUE. I was excited to participate but really disappointed, they showcased my really time consuming artwork on a really dirty table. The place is dirty, dingy, and the staff all knows nothing, they simply always claim to be interns… .year after year.
Anyhow, it was gross enough and disappointing enought that all of the marketing that I did for my involvement at the gallery I deleted from various sites, and I wont be back. I’ll probably delete my involvement with this mock-​gallery-​VENUE from my CV as well as they have no discrimination in their taste or business practices.

What a pleasant surprise!
This place is definitely worth the trek. And it is a trek you need a buddy system walking to at night, but once you get there its like stepping into an alternate universe. Makes me think I gotta get out to greenpoint more often!
Came out to see my girl rock it out with her band and totally fell in love with the gallery. Thoroughly enjoyed the other musicians perform that evening as well. Great music set a chill vibe for the evening and you could enjoy the artwork more in this unpretenious atmosphere. Two floors of pure creativity. From what looks like the interpretation of a man cave/​medieval castle themed floor to the traditionally well lit white walled gallery floor flipped upside down with the disco lounge room with the vagina neon light next door. I actually got a compliment from my OB/​GYN friend who saw a pic of this amazing room!
Such a plethora of creative works in all kinds of media. Even a cute teddy bear made of crab shells. You are pulling at my Baltimore heart strings Greenpoint Gallery! I simply adore you… Definitely a unique and remarkable venue worth venturing out to again!

Wow, what a «hidden» treasure. This place is definitely off the beaten path and such a find. This is what Brooklyn is all about…
The gallery is a few blocks from the Greenpoint Ave G stop and it sits right underneath the Pulaski Bridge. It is incredibly hidden, with basically no signs or any indication of the delight you will find inside. It is equivalent to a speakeasy…
I came here last night to support my friend who plays in a band. There were a few bands playing and tons of art on display. And also 4 beautiful white as snow dogs roaming the place, all searching for stroking and love.
There are two floors. The second floor is cozy and romantic, with low lighting and lots of corners to duck into, so you can imbibe and discuss intimate matters on art and music. The third floor is larger, with a side room that has a bar. You can get $ 3 PBRs, $ 5 Heinekens, whiskey and vodka. I chose to keep a tame and opted only for beer.
This place is such a gem and I love when art and music come together. But most of all, I love my friends who constantly show me a good time in Brooklyn and continue to help me discover all the great things here in the People’s Republic of Brooklyn!

After having a crazy day I ended up at Greenpoint Gallery for an impromptu rooftop BBQ for an even crazier end to my day. Whoa.
GG, tucked next to a bridge I didn’t know existed connecting Queens to Brooklyn (Pulaski anyone?), has everything you sort of want in an art gallery.
It has:
— AWESOME ART. My favorite being that Mayan stone piece in the second floor lounge. How much? I don’t think it was for sale. Or the pieces made out of chopped up coins. Ted you are quite the artiste!
— COOL PEEPS. Owner and live-​in artists are all super personable & interesting. Conversations didn’t end. Record collections were shown. Dr. Dre was played. The n-​word was said. Laughter was shared. Um what are you doing Sasha?
— WOLVES. GG helped me overcome my fear of wolves… Well, the pack leader was half wolf half husky. Whatever. It looked at me like «oh goodie, my Memorial Day steak is hurrrrr!» He was actually nice. «Just pet him, he doesn’t do anything.» I’m allergic fool. Oh and SCARED as shit, especially when the other 3 arrived. Turns out they aren’t ravenous but shed a lot. A CHOO!
— MUSICAL TALENT. Impromptu rooftop BBQ turned into impromptu jam session in 2^nd floor lounge complete with mics, drums, and speakers. Say whut? Sasha got on the mic… As did more talented individuals. Sasha realized being a comedian is her calling… Right. Shout out to Bobby Music (?) who said I was better than JLO. Um Puerto Rican from the Bronx? Waddup!
— GOOD VIBES. Don’t know if it was the Beer or the island smoke or the incense I used to cleanse people’s spirits (hahahah) but this place has good vibes. I guess being surrounded by great art work, friendly laidback people, and good friends makes for an awesome time.
Check this place out! Search for event information at GG! Apparently Friday there’s music and such.

Biggest task here is finding this artistic blind tiger. Tucked away next the Pulaski bridge, off the effin beaten path. There lays the Greenpoint Gallery.
I was invited to an impromptu bbq on the roof. Upon entering the space I was greeted by a wolf. That was half blind. Great! One individual explained to be calm, he won’t hurt you. Seriously who is scared of a blind wolf? Anyway after passing the first gauntlet there was more to come, baby half breed wolves. Yummy! Funny enough they were super friendly. Think teen wolf meets Brooklyn. There was a random Parisian woman directing us. Later on to find out she was petrified too. In the end we all became pseudo dog people. I attest this to the god known as PBR. He spread his love to us. It was disguised as euphoria with a sprinkle of variable substances to counteract our phobia.
The place is an artist haven. Art school, lounge, bar, multilevel living space, hook up spot, nightlife, Dudes showing of their record collection. It has it all. The owner, a cool hip fellow started a jam session, after we left the roof to the lounge area. He actually has a smooth voice. I even had a chance to drop some rap lines. Actually I was really feeling it. I don’t even rap unless it’s Christmas. Whatever, I guess this place can make you live out fantasies, says my girlfriend. She even rapped too… don’t ask.
Of course, how can I forget the art? What stood out to me: there was an an Inca type stone in the lounge area. Next, one can see re-​purposed license plates. Which were transformed into a huge dangling talisman in the corridor. This place is just STUPID-​PHAT-​FRESH.
I like, I like a lot. Lets get a «rumor» started! I hear that there is a jam session on Friday nights here and the party will move to the lounge area. Don’t forget to purchase some pbr $ 3.00 I believe and support the arts. GP Gallery is where it is bro! as they say «in art we trust.»

Apart from the fact that it’s almost impossible to get to this place without a car, there’s little that would draw anyone here except if close friends are performing. Which was my case. However the place is entirely forgettable, essentially just a room in a walk-​up with some pretty shoddy artwork on the wall, there is no bar except beers from an ice box, and nobody to man the light or sound systems. Not giving them 1 star only because I appreciate the grassroots effort.

I lately find myself venturing into what I like to call, «deepest, darkest Booklyn,» since I’ve started recording music with my Brooklyn-​based producer and made friends with some very cool Brooklynites. They know cool places I know are worth the insane commutes to go to.
The trek into and out of «deepest, darkest Brooklyn» is often difficult for me when I live in «deepest, darkest Queens,» unless I take a cab. Which I don’t like to do because I like to spend my money on my music and booze, not on rides and food. This is because I want to have a life that resembles a supermodel/​rockstar, not a carnival.
Speaking of rockstars, this place hosts nights of free showings with some great bands and music artists, which was the reason I went. They also had a bar, with $ 3 PBR, $ 5 Heineken and I think around $ 6 – 7 for whatever else. Not bad.
I’ll probably find myself there more often, and perhaps look into performing on one of those nights.
This place typically hosts art showings on their three floors of amazing varieties of art that turn over often. The in-​house artists are fantastically nice and seem to form a nice community that supports an art network. I even got to chat to a few of them about their art they had installed up in the building.
I’ve also noticed that they were very animal friendly and had roaming pets (not during showings), including a very sweet half wolf — half husky, two friendly black cats, and a giant fish tank.
I got pretty toasted by the end of the night, which resulted in me losing my phone and gaining a torn pantyhose, a skinned knee, new contacts and new friends.
What a great night. It was worth it.