The Opening Reception
We bought a case and a half of wine for the opening reception and I was worrying that it would not be enough. We closed this evening with a case and a quarter left over. No matter, it will be put to good use in the future!
Our guests for the evening totalled twelve. (I was actually expecting eighty or more, but then this is Truchas.)
Leonardo asked me to invite a friend of his that we missed at our going away party in California. I did, and said friend emailed that he would be here. I thought he was a joker as I only emailed him yesterday. Imagine my surprise when he and his friend drove in today, mid-afternoon! Turns out no one told me he actually lives near here, in Taos, for several years now, being another California expatriate. He was here for at least half an hour before Leonardo figured out I was totally confused—and explained the mystery away (I thought he drove from California in what? 10 hours?)! Said friend is also an artist, (painter, glass, you name it) with all sorts of projects going on--one of which is building a solar, green, sustainable, artist’s compound in Taos.
Our next guest was someone Therese (landlady) invited and he hung out for a short time and left a note on her door. Then a couple in a burgundy Corvette arrived. They apparently just stopped by on a drive. I was putting the final touches on the goodies & opening the wine when she asked, "are you having a party?" I explained it was a reception so she partook of a glass of wine. She got so far as to asking the price for La Escalera--the only one without a label, of course.
Then Grandma and Grampa came, not ours, but Therese’s. Grampa Del and Polly. They treat us as if we were new members of the family which is so sweet. The gallery used to be Grandpa’s garage and workshop!
Our next guest was Bill! From Hands Artes Gallery up the road a short walk. My husband and I walked up and visited the other day but met only Margaret, as Bill was traveling at the time. He arrived after he closed their gallery and Margaret, his wife, followed shortly after. He loved our work and told me I was a surrealist, and what else could I call myself? He really, really loved Leonardo’s work, called it elegant. He was a general, all-around good time!
Then Vivian stopped in and she also loved our work.
Next were fortunate enough to have Sharon and Jan stop in—local artists as well --and of course they know Bill so ensued a lively conversation on many things of interest, artwise and locally (ok a little gossip!) We all came up with an idea—Truchas needs to institute a “First Friday” or “Third Thursday” or probably—“Second Saturday” artwalk! Looking forward to getting that going.
So. All in all--the opening was not what I had expected. And, as usual, in typical New Mexican fashion, it was so much more than I had expected in every way.
(The hidden track)
I'm pretty sure if a guru of anything lives anywhere, said guru lives here. Perhaps within you, certainly within the mountain. The magic happens when you meet.
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