


Photo by Greg Navarro

Otherworldly, metaphysical works blur the boundaries between mysticism and philosophy on the fourth floor of a Chinatown office building.

Perfect matcha and coffee at this neighborhood spot folded between galleries on the west end of Henry Street. It’s where the locals drink and art is much-discussed.

A big-hearted, storefront gallery where locals linger on the benches outside and rising artists explore imagined realms inside.

56 Henry is the emotionally charged anchor of Henry Street’s art community. Openings are like a block party. The exhibitions, sharp, funny, and sometimes devastating, capture the messy, confessional texture of creative life right now.