Or, more precisely, the three floors of the McColl Center for Visual Art. Never a dull moment at this place: AfroCubans, environmentalists, zombies, messengers from the Apocalypse, pantheists, abstractionists and a mess of damn good painters. This is the one place sporting the visual arts in Charlotte where you can go to feel welcomed, wary, exhilarated and amused at the same time, almost every time you go. The crucible of creativity burbles on.