Scotty Ziegler paints women, private jets, and the moment right before (or right after) something happens. Then he builds the frame himself, because nobody else would get it right.

He's a toy inventor, a metalsmith, a car guy, and a painter who came to it late and hasn't wasted a minute since. The work is raw and it's polished, sometimes in the same square inch. Tastefully Edgy.

For one night in October, he's ours. Thursday the 22nd, 6 to 9, new work on the wall for the first time anywhere, Scotty in the room, a glass in your hand. 

Intimate by design.