I’m not an artist. I’m not one for drawing much past stick figures – although I can craft a collage or two if it comes to it. As a student, I’ve taken Art History and Art 1, but I wouldn’t count myself as anymore cultured than the next gal. And in my experience, art museums ask for a sterile observation and sober analysis of its works that they fail to inspire in me.

For all that bluster, my interest was greatly piqued by a place called ArtStreet. Throughout the month of February, a steady stream of articles surrounding this annual Sacramento phenomenon had infiltrated my news feed, and reactions to a few installations (“This is What it Feels Like” and “#FacelessNoMore”) in particular had already pulled at my heartstrings.

ArtStreet is a temporary, multidisciplinary project operating from a 65,000 square feet warehouse owned by The Mill at Broadway, so this torrential rain is no hindrance in exploring all ArtStreet has to offer.

Artists of all calibers and backgrounds flock here and collaborate on their two cents of any subject matter. Both within and without the main building, food is served, and drinks and spoken word and music are available inside. What’s more is it’s entirely free and open to the curious public, drawing critics and average joes and hipsters alike – although donations of $10 are happily accepted and may just land you an earlier viewing time slot, off the record.

Given my history with art-viewing, I was pleasantly surprised by ArtStreet’s endeavor. The space was a labyrinth of vivacious exhibits, housed in small rooms, showcased on the walls and spread across the floor. It was truly immersive and, in some respects, highly provocative. By the end of it, I found my imagination roused, and much of my morals and politics affirmed.

ArtStreet is located in and around the warehouse at 300 First Avenue in Sacramento. It is open 3 to 9 p.m. Monday through Friday and 11 a.m. to 9 p.m. Saturday and Sunday.