Aletheia
Experience. Experiment. Expression.
An Artjam is a space, a canvas on the floor, live music, and however many people are willing to put their hands in it.
Nobody arrives with a plan. The musicians begin, and the painting follows wherever the sound goes. Mixed media, wet and dry, built up and scraped back over the course of a night.
What remains at the end is a single work made by everyone who was in the space. A visual record of a journey that only happened once.


The music leads. The painting is what following it looks like.


Handpan, drums, strings, voice. Live, unrehearsed, and running for as long as the space holds.
No experience required and no brief given. Paint, ink, hands, tools, whatever is in reach.
Layered, argued with, half-erased. A single piece that could not have been planned.


It is not a class and it is not a performance. Nobody is taught, and nobody is watching. The work is made in the same space and at the same time as the sound that produced it.
Some people paint for six hours. Some sit and listen and put one mark down near the end. Both belong on the canvas.




Hands, hours, and the canvas underneath all of it.
Spirals, bursts, figures that nobody agreed to make. The canvas holds every pass, every correction, and every hand that was there.
Private sessions, gatherings, and commissioned jams. Tell us the space and roughly how many people, and we will take it from there.