WOMB Gallery

I live in Mustang. The hours of the gallery say they are open M — S 10 – 6. I began calling them at 10:05 am up until 12:30 pm… no answer. I figure they may be having phone issues or something along those lines and this is why there is no answer. I mean what legitimate gallery or business doesn’t have a answering machine or voice mail right? So I got off of work on Thursday, November 13^th 2014 at 3 and decided to make the 30 minute drive to The Womb to check this place out. Well it was closed! Nothing on their Facebook page or website about them being closed. Pretty lame if you ask me. Up your standards Womb… put down the hash pipe and invest in an answering machine and or a public relations staff to keep potential visitors informed on hours of operation!

Obscene «art» is great, if it is kept behind closed doors for viewers OF CHOICE to see. Clearly Wayne Coyne is too high to appreciate or respect the fact that there are lots of family oriented businesses on 9^th street. He would rather throw drug images, nudity and vulgarity in the face of unsuspecting young children and families then to keep this venue behind closed doors. Thanks to the district court ruling, this trash will continue to be a filthy mark on the beautiful midtown area! Take your «ART» elsewhere and put it behind non-​vagina doors. You have lost my respect as an artist Wayne! Being artistic and outspoken is one thing, being a disrespectful A$$ is altogether different. The day of the OKC marathon there was a huge naked woman, legs spread with only stars covering her nipples and privates! REALLY? Fantastic site for our family members kids on the memorial marathon day. Very disappointing.

Well, now I can say that I have been inside Wayne Coyne’s vagina.
The Womb is an experience unparalleled by anything else in Oklahoma City. What do you expect from a building with a vaguely vaginal, mostly pink avocado-​esque drawing on the door? Just looking at the outside alone is an experience!
Wait until you get inside. Immediately you’re greeted with psychedelic art rainbowing its way into your brain. Disco balls seem to be quite popular, as one room had a large ball hanging from the ceiling, and another had a large quarter of a disco ball sticking out the floor. And of course, the Womb Room, where the entrance cannot be mistaken for a pink avocado and you are indeed walking through an over-​sized anatomical structure. Lots of little surprises were afoot — namely, the large squid in a stall in the ladies’ bathroom. That was quite unexpected, even though I knew where I was.
Admittedly, Womb is not for those with any inkling towards claustrophobia. A friend and I came to see some live music, and the place was packed. Add a crowd of people to small rooms? There’s a panic attack in the making for someone.

Have you ever felt sort of stuck where you are, but in your dreams you can buy expensive cars — or live on mars? And have it your way? Well, all your bad days will end when you take a trip into Flaming Lips frontman Wayne Coyne’s psychedelic, prurient mind at OKC’s own The Womb Galleries!
Standing out like a glowing mothership on 9^th street, the Womb Galleries is an entire new take on art featuring the iconic mural painted by Brooklyn artist Maya Hayuk. The Womb is a showcase for just about anything a fearless freak would want. Great shows by artists like Michelle Romo and Veks. Avante garde music being played under the world’s biggest disco ball. Nude mannequins and other psychedelic ephemera placed around the space for visitors to discover like an Easter Egg hunt down the wormhole make this quite literally the most fun and engaging art gallery I’ve ever been in attendance.
The highlight of The Womb, for me, is the iconic Womb Room — which is essentially a bar accessible through a 6 foot vagina. Inside, is well — what it must be like to be in one of those movies where you are shrunk down to miniature size like Fantastic Voyage or Honey I Shrunk The Kids and are literally inside a womb. Complete with pink uterine lining balloons and a bar there is also a fully nude mannequin where the signature drink «Womb Juice» is dispensed from her nether regions! Unfortunately, «Womb Juice» reminds me of something akin to the trashcan punch of old during my college days — nothing more than a bunch of alcohol thrown together — but it is the delivery system that makes this experience unique. The last time I was there Coyne was holding court in The Womb and we toasted his womb juice as we both enjoyed the splendor that could only come from a mind, dare I say, that has enjoyed decades of substances allowing one to enjoy psychiatric explorations of the fetus with needles. Oh my pregnant head after several round of womb juice…
Originally opened in 2011, The Womb was subsequently closed because of fire code violations. Now, I’m sure there are hundreds of other buildings in OKC that would warrant much more scrutiny than The Womb, but any edifice with a woman’s vagina proudly displayed on the front door is going to get undue scrutiny in the heart of this Bible Belt. And, after seeing the newly installed fire door, in a room essentially with an entrance and exit through a vagina, I was sort of glad that the fire marshal had given it such scrutiny. I wouldn’t want a bunch of fearless freaks to go out like that group of Great White fans in a bar fire… but if it were my time, I couldn’t think of a better way to go to that drug machine in heaven. Try to explain that one to your friends and family!
If you want to take a trip into the mind of Oklahoma’s own Wizard Of Odd himself sans some blotter paper, this is about as close as you can get. Distinctive local gifts and other Flaming Lips and Oklahoma ephemera can be purchased at Dwelling Spaces which is connected to The Womb. Very highly recommended for locals, out-​of-​towners children (yes, this is child friendly amazingly enough, the curious and of course fans of The Flaming Lips. Hell, retrain your brain everyone and come on out for an experience you shan’t soon forget.