While the space has a communal vibe, that doesn't mean it isn't wild. Calling Elephant Gallery's approach over-the-top is an understatement. Here, the art making and the art consuming is rowdy, irreverent, and infectious. Want to make a mural of dancing dogs in the style of Keith Haring on a city street corner? A concrete sculpture of a polka-dot Minotaur with a huge, hard cock? A giant plastic dude whose intestines spilling out all over the floor? This is the place for you. An upcoming solo show by Brandon Donahue will turn the gallery into an airbrush shop like the one he worked at as a kid growing up in Memphis, complete with neon signs and a shingled awning. A recent group show of “ugly” ceramic art featured wall-to-wall pink carpet.