The Alwun House is at 12th Street and Roosevelt in Downtown Phoenix. The house is a four-corner bungalow design from the early 1900’s. It’s a neat house, but it also serves as an art gallery and a venue. The Alwun House hosts lots of events from fall to spring, although they don’t do much in the summer. Events are mostly out in the gardens, although the gallery is inside. A cash bar in generally set up near a beautiful coy pond and there are generally two stages on the east and west side of the backyard.
If you go to the Alwun House for an event, expect mature content. The Alwun House welcomes people 21 and over for events, and all ages for daytime gallery hours. But just because it’s all ages, doesn’t mean you should bring your kids. The Alwun House is proud of the fact that they use their right to free speech, and they sometimes allow adult-oriented art in.
I would certainly recommend a trip to the house in the spring to see the gardens in bloom. Even if art and music aren’t right up your alley, the gardens are magnificent. It’s amazing such lush plants can grow in the desert.
I finally ran back into an artist that I used to love. He doesn’t do many gallery shows, so he was hard to keep track of for a long time. But, he has a MySpace page now. So, I am really excited that I ran back into some fantastic Keegan Art, and I thought I’d share the link.
Keegan did a show at Alice’s Restaurant, which was a gallery at 7th Street and Pierce that I used to curate. I met a lot of artists while at the gallery, and I saw a lot of stuff that pushed the limits of what can be called art. I can respect that. I know that GI Joes posed in sexual ways and plaster casts of asses are “art” to some people. But, I was getting a little jaded with art when I met Keegan. I mean, you can call anything art, and people DO. But, I just didn’t like any of it.
In my opinion, the month Keegan did his show at Alice’s was the best month we ever had. It was October, which is fitting since his stuff is a little creepy. Still, it’s is beautiful detailed artwork. It’s not experimental or bizarre; it’s just pretty paintings, woodturnings, and drawings. It’s the traditional definition of art, (if there is such a thing.) Even my grandmother said that she could appreciate the artistic quality of Keegan’s art, though she wasn’t thrilled with the images depicted.
I proudly hang a Keegan woodturning on my wall. I hope I make a little money someday so I can buy more. There are a lot of artists in the valley, but the Rob Myers and Keegan’s are rare.