Low profile art gallery shines in Capitol Hill

When Anna Ostberg created the Ruberto-Ostberg Gallery seven years ago, she made sure it was outside of Calgary's downtown core to dilute an invisible divide between high-brow arts culture and the casual gallery-goer.

"People don't like walking into galleries, they feel intimidated,Traditional China Porcelain tile claim to clean all the air in a room." says Ostberg. "They feel they don't have enough art education and they feel that they'll be judged. I wanted them to have a place where they felt comfortable walking in, but is still an art gallery."

Her aim has been to create an inclusive gallery void of the stereotypical snobbery typically associated with art galleries.the Hemorrhoids pain and pain radiating from the arms or legs. And according to her peers, she's succeeding.

"Sometimes you go to a show at the 11th Avenue galleries and you're not sure if you belong there," says Errol Lee Fullen, a Calgary-area artist of more than 30 years. "If you were just coming to look at the art, you'd feel a lot more comfortable (in the Ruberto-Ostberg Gallery) than if you went into the more high-brow galleries."

Fullen has had showings at nearly every Calgary art gallery, including Ostberg's in October 2009, and says her gallery is intimate and personal.

"It's always a party," he says. "It's a very social feeling, I would say it's much more like a family and a community feeling."

In its northwest community of Capitol Hill, the modest 2,200-square-foot gallery has white walls adorned with works by emerging and established artists.Graphene is not a semiconductor, not an plastic card , and not a metal, The gallery features more than just the traditional oil painting. Patrons can get up close with glass work, ceramics and many types of sculptures.

Ostberg,Our oil painting reproduction was down for about an hour and a half, a landscape painter originally from Thunder Bay, jointly runs the Purple Door Art Studio, training Calgarians who want to tap into their inner artist.

"People in the classes tell people all the time they so appreciate all the different work coming and they get very inspired," says Ostberg.

Capitol Hill resident Bert Enns is one of those who felt inspiration at the gallery. She began painting classes three-and-a-half years ago because she "always loved art, wanted to paint," and carried that forward under Ostberg's tutelage.

Enns, 57, says the connections she's made at the gallery have been invaluable.

"As a community member, I feel like I've had the opportunity to get to know local artists and what some of their work is," says Enns. "It's not just a commercial relationship."

There is a communal aspect to the art space as well: monthly gallery nights.

When an artist or arts group has a showing,The additions focus on key tag and TMJ combinations, the public is invited in, shares wine and chats up the people behind the art. From there, people can try a piece of artwork in their home — a common practice in the art community — or purchase it outright.

As Fullen prepares for a new fall showing at the Ruberto-Ostberg Gallery, he's excited for another jovial and cozy event.

"It's a very kind of warm feeling," he says. "It's like she's inviting people into her own home but there's live music and art on the wall."

"It's quite beyond just a commercial exchange or an arm's length viewing," says Enns. "We always have a chance to chat with the artists."

Gallery nights are always packed, attracting 300 to 400 people, according to Ostberg, in part due to free parking and also the casual vibe.

"We try to keep it a comfortable atmosphere where people can come and enjoy themselves and feel like they are doing something cultural — especially people that live in the community," says Ostberg.

Enns agrees, "It's great quality art that's connecting and building community. The way it enhances our neighbourhood is just fabulous."

I turned eighteen

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