I went to the AWS (Artist’s Work Shop) Gallery at 836 East Second Street on April 22 for the closing show of their “Every End Is A Beginning” exhibit, which was my first time at one of Reno’s new galleries in town. Interestingly, though many people have mentioned lately how many tattoo shops there are around the Biggest Little, art galleries big and small, classy and humble are also springing up all over the place. This is encouraging, interesting and fascinating–has Reno found a new niche being a potential art bungalow destination?
That sure would be nice. If this is the case, I’d like to extend my experience at the 836 Gallery. From their website, “…offering artists a comfortable space to showcase their talents” and “…offers Northern Nevadans the opportunity to witness and take part in the entire creative process…” –sounds good to me!

The building has an unassuming brick front, huge vintage doors (that you have to be very careful not to slam about), and it all greets you in a part of town not associated with much except perhaps getting to Kietzke Lane, because it’s a one-way street at that point. There isn’t much in that block, dilapidated houses and buildings, a few empty sub-gentrified storefronts (closed), and it isn’t a natural foot-traffic kind of area. I had no idea there was even something like this here until someone said, “Hey, let’s go check this place out.”
I do have to say, the place was spartan inside as I walked in, but a hell of a building–and spotlessly clean. Not cheap: there’s a LOT of space. Perhaps once an old auto dealership of some kind, half of it was gallery display, the back half was the workshop part of the gallery, as its namesake suggests.
The artwork we saw was like most small start-up or even coffee house work, mixed media, but mostly paint on canvas, followed by some photography. The artwork ranged from cool to amateur. Prices were reasonable for most works. Nothing really floored me enough to start begging to know more about who was doing what, and I would have a hard time with that anyway, which I’ll explain later. While I loved the addition of the floating walls showcasing the artwork, the fluorescent lighting made looking at the art harsh and drab. Maybe that had something to do with why I was so ho-hum about what was displayed. It simply didn’t “pop” and nothing was focused. The idea of spreading out and mixing up the work of the artists throughout the space was interesting, if a bit disjointed. I’m not sure if I liked that method. It was tough to compare styles between pieces, and see a flow of the artist’s work, but it also kept walking around interesting in a way.
I was extremely curious about what the workshop was all about in the back. Part of their mantra is being an artist workspace. There was a chain that blocked this workspace, and it suggested people in the gallery not go in there. I craned my neck and around, squinting to see what I could see, but there were some chairs and what looked mostly like storage. Ah well, no work going on, it seems. Too bad, I wish I could have seen more. Including what secrets the creepy basement stairs held.
A very industry-standard “girl with guitar” was playing music for this exhibition, strumming away and singing about… stuff…serenaded us while we proceeded around the gallery. An empty box of Franzia wine sat next to some dirty cups, also plate of crackers that had been thoroughly rifled through. Considering it was only 7:30pm, thirty minutes after the opening had fired up, I was wondering who descended like vultures and ate the meager offerings. No big deal, I wasn’t there looking for dinner.
I attempted twice to approach a man sitting at a computer in an open office as he looked largely unconcerned with everything, but he ran off before I could engage him in a conversation–twice. It occurred to me, also, that no one at all approached us while we looked at the art. No one. I’m not sure if the artists were there, who was running the place, or who was to be talked to about even purchasing a piece if I wanted to. Owners? Investors? There were plenty of nervous-looking or bored folks sitting around in chairs, but no one seemed interested and engaged at all.
I really hope this gallery has some grand vision that it’s trying to achieve and is simply biding its time getting it together. They seemed pretty comfortable where they were and what they were doing and how they were doing it. I’m not sure if “sit back and let the art/idea sell itself,” was the intended/preferred method, but it isn’t my gallery, either.
Because I am also an artist and a musician, who may both want to purchase/sell art and maybe consider a new workspace, I have to ask, would this place inspire me to buy or create? While I am not a gallery expert, and I don’t expect pomp, $20,000 pieces and fine wine, I do enjoy pleasant and inviting environments, and a handshake or greeting–if even available literature helping me get to know this place.
While I see some potential, there needs to be some work in outreach, design, presentation and public relations at the 836 Gallery in Reno. I did not feel like much of the creative process was witnessed or experienced at all. Because I like Reno, which is why I write things like this, I’d like the things in Reno to be the caliber I know Reno can achieve–here, I felt like I was in the Reno people are sometimes negative about. It doesn’t take money or wow-factor, it takes effort and creativity. I would love to come back and see this place and idea improved, if not simply being what they promise to be by creed–they seem to have the space, financial backing/investment, and artist contribution to make it happen.
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