Storms a Brewing
Considering the weather history of this city, the art market has had incredible luck over the years only experiencing a handful of cancellations due to weather. The first of course was the most memorable. This was in the first year, 2004. Unsure on the exact date.
Day turned to night, the wind came in small tornado-like swirls, then full on gusts as if you were at sea. The sky behind me was as dark as the darkest night you’ve ever seen, only to be lit up by brilliant, long streaks of lightening. Booming thunder warned of how fast the storm was moving towards me.
In front of me, several artists had gathered, all staring me down as if I was about to bring out the sun.
These stalwarts of insanity were arguing with me to continue the show, the storm would blow east or west but surely not hit our fledgling market, “The Show Must Go On!” They were saying.
I remember turning around partly and pointing behind me at that monstrously black and huge storm barreling down on us, just as a gust of wind and lightening struck at the same time and I said.
“NO!. ARE YOU ALL CRAZY? THE SHOW IS CANCELLED!”
I knew then, I was dealing with a very different caliber of people. Moments after the “artists” left, the wall of rain finally reach the market space and sealed the deal, the first market cancellation due to rain was on, and no one else showed up.
