xxxxxThe only sign of the store aboveground is a single metal door with a sign riveted to the brick wall is cut from sheet metal, stained with a patina of rust: Nat Tate's Art Supply. Through the door and down the stairs, however, is one of the city's hidden gem's for those artistically inclined.
A riot of colored paints blotched over the concrete floor, the store is a warren of aisles packed floor to ceiling with art supplies of all different kinds. Paper, parchment, paint, and pencils; canvas, charcoal, clay, and crayons; if it can be used to make art, it's likely squirreled under the pavement and tucked away. It's staff are mostly struggling artists themselves, and it is not unusual to find them as busy drawing, painting, sculpting, and sketching as it is to find them stocking or checking people out. The only commonality in the store uniform are hand-written (and decorated) badges, all saying 'HELLO my name is: Nat'
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