There's a fairly reliable life cycle applicable to artists' neighborhoods: In the beginning, no one gives a shit about them, not even the artists. The architecture is likely old and neglected or, alternately, comprised of strip mall ghost towns begging for someone to reclaim the forgotten corporate landscapes. That's when the artists sneak in. Spots such as the sprawling artist co-op B Complex, the CoLaboratory and the mammoth Metropolitan warehouses in Atlanta's WEST END, which house dozens of studio and gallery spaces, offer large spans of square footage on the cheap. Add to the mix historical-turned-right-now-relevant spaces such as Hammonds House and the Wren's Nest, and — bam! — the latest intown art mecca is born.