When I moved to the Bay Area two years ago, the first people I ever interviewed were a group of Oakland artists living and working together in an old fruit cannery. Music would often float out into the hallways of the weary building when a resident left their door open, inviting the other artists inside as they painted or cooked. This respite offered relief against a constant and pressing struggle: their landlords had been pressuring them to move out so they could fill the live-work studios with business. As affordable housing continued — and continues — to dwindle, the question of where to go loomed heavy over their heads. Read the rest of Kristie Song’s review here.