Peter Clough '06 and Bushwick Open Studios

And up in a darkened niche in a multistory studio building down the block, a place where scores if not hundreds of artists had flung open their doors, Peter Clough leaned in a corner wearing a pair of leopard-print spandex bike shorts and a T-shirt with Dennis Rodman's image on the front, and watched puzzled visitors attempt to make out the images playing on a television he'd hung from the ceiling.

What the blurry three-minute loop depicted was in fact the artist himself dragging a block of wood through a dark bank vault somewhere in the financial district.

"The dumb block of wood becomes a musical instrument, a drawing utensil, a means though which a body can interface with the space," Mr. Clough said. There was a metaphor in there somewhere, a visitor felt, about Bushwick. What it was, though, would probably become clear only after a pint or two of Righteous Ale.