As a new wave of economic hardship and uncertainty arrives as a result of the pandemic and exasperated by chaotic national leadership, resources for the arts seem to be more scarce than ever. The origins of Milwaukee鈥檚 art scene however, were carved out by artists and for artists in small privileged interstices formed by the systems which dictate much of our lives. Geographically marginalized from the cultural capitals and at the bottom of national arts funding, the artists of Milwaukee have made their own language and economy of art. For a nascent Green Gallery, years would pass with the only proof of existence or value an exhibition would garner was that people showed up to look and talk about art. Through these conversations in attics, warehouses, bowling alleys and on barstools, strangers became familiar and a community formed. This was the making of an 鈥渁rt world.鈥