Bicycle gangs are nothing new. I was the leader of the Hills Angels when I was a kid. We didn’t do anything sinister. We just played “Yakety Sax” loud on our ghetto blasters and rode really fast in a straight line. Artist Kelly Marie Martin, on the other handlebar, has collected a series of her black-and-white photographic portraits of riders in her bicipandilla, or bicycle gang. The images were taken with a nice big 4×5 camera — the bulky kind with the bellows formerly used to catch images of Old West outlaws on their way to oblivion. Bike It: Portraits of My Bicipandilla is Martin's opus, and tonight's exhibit reception ties itself nicely together with a reading by poet, knitter and CalArts teacher Jen Hofer. She's one of the subjects of this triptych in an insular, personal world writ large on the narrow lanes on the right side of the street.

Tuesdays-Sundays. Starts: Aug. 18. Continues through Oct. 2, 2011

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