They were a group of volunteers that came together to talk about social media. There were cakes and coffees involved, and a certain creative energy. They said they were a league of superheroes with the mission to bring justice to the arts in Spartanburg, and they were only half joking.
“They’re not having Artists-in-Residence this year,” said their leader. Of course, they already knew because they had all dreamed of one day being Artists in Residence.
“We need volunteers to be our social media presence,” she continued. “The more the better. We’re HUB-BUB, after all, a loud noise of many voices.”
They nodded, eager to be one of those many voices. “What should we write about?” one of them asked.
“What do you want to write about?”
The woman at the end of the table — the one with the voice of an angel — cleared her throat. “I would like to write about the graffiti artist that’s coming.”
Excited, the others threw out suggestions. “Maybe you could film her as she works on the mural. A time lapse would be cool.”
“And you could talk about other graffiti around Spartanburg. Like the murals at HUB-BUB and the Farmer’s Market.”
“And don’t forget the Artists ON Residence program that painted the boarded up houses near VCOM.”
The girl looked skeptical, maybe even a little overwhelmed by all the voices bubbling up around her. “Can I do that? Or should I just talk about HUB-BUB?”
At the opposite end of the table, the man with the rolled up pants said, “That’s what HUB-BUB is all about — building community through arts. We don’t need to ignore the community around us. We need to shine a light on it and show how it relates to the HUB-BUB mission.”
Voices began to bubble up again. “We could organize an Underground Spartanburg scavenger hunt that encourages people to interact with HUB-BUB and the community and the arts.”
They shared ideas, they made plans, they wrote down lists, and at some point the man with the rolled up pants said “We might not be Artists in Residence, but we’re artists and we’re residents.”
No one seemed to comprehend what he said, and they kept sharing ideas about how to get people excited about HUB-BUB and the community.
“We could feature local artists on the blog. It could be a series of posts,” said one of the women.
“We could call it Artists and Residents,” said the woman in the corner with the expressive hands. She had heard the man say it earlier in their conversation, and it had stuck with her.
They all nodded and stood from the table, excited about their mission. It was time to get loud.