Youth - New Work by Bob Adams
On Phoenix’s Artlink email list, about a week prior, I received an announcement of the Collector’s Tour of three downtown galleries, including talks by a curator and critic, Robrt Pela and artists: Mark Pomilio, Matt Dougan, Linda Ingraham, and Bob Adams. I suspected that exposure to the larger art world, from which I have been typically quite removed, might be useful and perhaps awakening. I figured as an obscure part of the art marketing world myself, the more I understood of the larger world the better. I needed to explore. Hearing artists speak about their work would be illuminating - fodder for my own growth as an artist. So I signed up.
I worked at my other job in the morning and then sat at my gallery until 5 pm. Aftterwards, I zipped home, threw together a quick dinner, and hurried to meet the group in front of the Art Museum at 7:00 pm. Upon my arrival, no one was there. Yep, I was late. I had recalled the incorrect departure time. OK, maybe I’m not supposed to do this, I thought to myself. Nevertheless, mostly because I don’t quit easily, I persevered, calling the contact phone number, to find out where I might meet the group. Bob, one of the event coordinators, explained that the group had departed from the museum an hour earlier, at 6 pm, and were now just leaving the Bentley Projects Gallery. They would be at the MonOrchid Gallery shortly. Willo North after that.
Darn, I thought to myself, the Bentley Projects Gallery was the place I had most wanted to visit – ever since I had first heard about it from Peter Fehler, publisher of Art Ltd magazine, at Art Santa Fe this past July. You might understandably wonder why I, an artist residing in downtown Phoenix, was not already aware of the Bentley Project? Well, like I said, for quite a while, I have been pretty much an artistic recluse. Anyway, not to get off on a tangent (although it’s hard not to see every tangent touching where I am now) I found my way to the MonOrchid. I supposed that I was not meant to go to the Bentley Gallery – at least not tonight.
In a few minutes the group arrived. It turned out that an artist acquaintance, on a whim, had also decided to participate. We viewed the work of the two exhibiting photographic artists. As serendipity would have it, one of the artists showing, now a fairly well-known local artist, I had met thirty years ago when she was an unknown, though she did not recognize me. Each artist’s exhibit reflected their interests, Texas transportation and pieces of old vehicles and gas pumps. Each offered a window to them as people. While there, however, I struck up a conversation with a woman who happened to know that the Bentley Gallery would be open the following morning, Saturday, at 11:00 am. At that time, she explained, one of the exhibiting artists, Mark Pomilio, would be presenting his work in person as one of the Spirit of the Senses salon series. I asked about the Spirit of the Senses salons and I was intrigued. I determined to attend and, the next morning.
All of this is a long story about how one occurrence leads to another – serendipity - synchronicity. Everything is connected. There is a purpose for everything – even a late arrival. If I had been on time, and if I had visited the Bentley Gallery as part of the Collector’s Tour, I would not have been motivated to go over there on Saturday morning. I would not have had the opportunity to hear Mark Pomilio discuss in depth, for close to an hour, his art, process, and journey. See next post. My creative tank would not have been refueled. That encounter would not have ignited the propulsion of my own artistic vision.