The artistically inclined made their way uptown last week. Make that way, way uptown. The hipster crowd, plastic cups in hand, packed in to The Project, an edgy art gallery on 126th Street, where young artists Nic Hess, Julie Mehretu, Kori Newkirk and William Pope.L had decorated all the walls with bold, non-traditional murals. Gallery director Jenny Liu held court on the sidewalk out in front.

“In the summer you don’t want to worry about making sales,” said Lin. “It’s about getting a couple of kegs and having fun.”

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In small packs, the gallery goers set out for the Studio Museum of Harlem, just a few blocks away, where assistant curator Christine Kim and the young artists-in-residence Edgar Arceneaux, Kira Lynn Harris, Kehinde Wiley and Adia Millett had their opening.

“Do you know why the chicken crossed the road?” one guest asked museum curator Thelma Golden. “Because he was poetry in motion.”

Peter Som wandered Millett’s installation, a small-scale apartment building on the outside with windows looking into a bedroom where a dog-eared copy of “The Official Preppie Handbook” lay on a bare mattress.

“It’s about living in Harlem,” Millet explained, “and wanting to walk into strangers’ houses.”

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