Prelli Williams visits the Martin Puryear Exhibition
By Prelli Tony Williams
I visited to the Martin Luther King Library on Friday morning September 5, 2008. I visited the Arts and Literature section. A woman said that she had just received a promotion and was alone for the day in that large division. The person that I came to visit was out that day. She could not find what I was looking for, so I congratulated her and left.
I walked from there to the National Gallery of Art to view the Martin Puryear Exhibition.
A female security guard told me a little history about the artist. Little did she know that what see told me I had read already in the Fall 2007 edition of Valentine New York Magazine and the NGA guides that I had for about two months.
She told me that since she has been an NGA employee she has never seen any artist have an exhibition simultaneously in adjacent buildings except for Puryear. I do not know if that is true but certainty worth finding out. She also mentioned that it is sad that Black DC students do not flock in droves to see a Master Artist of this caliber. She said that it should be mandatory for all DC public and charter school students and Art teachers to see and write about native Washington, DC African American sculptor Martin Puryear, who once was a former security guard for one month at the National Gallery of Art.
After viewing the exhibition, I walked to the US Copyright Office. I arrived at noon to get my art copyrighted. As my luggage cart went through the security’s X-ray machine an officer who looked like a friend of mine yelled in a loud voice, "Sir what do you have in your pockets?"
I replied, "only my keys and an aluminum Altoids mint container." He then scanned me with a wand asking me, "Do you have on Steel toes? (ACG's Nike Boots)."
I replied, "No." He then asked me where I was going. I told him and proceeded to my destination. Funny, I went upstairs first to see a former school friend. Five minutes later while I sitting in his office, an announcement came over the PA system and his desktop and said, “Move towards the center of the building and away from the windows."
I asked my friend "was this for real?"
He said, "Oh yeah." I then sat in my friend’s office for two hours. The office that I needed to get to on the same floor was closed because of the situation outdoors. At 3pm, my copyright was processed.
I went back and sat with my high school friend and saw the culprit on the Internet in handcuffs, an employee said earlier that the gentleman wanted to see his Congressman. I heard that the man was armed but apprehended. I left the building about 5 pm and saw two camera crews a few blocks away. The news confirmed what had happened.
The moral of this story is, never put off what you can do today because tomorrow IS NOT PROMISED. Do not let someone else tell your story. While you can, tell it.
P.S. I attended a Home going of another Eastern Senior High School friend who was an excellent basketball player and artist. They spoke great things about Edward Lomax. What stood out the most was the statement, "Lomax was an excellent artist, but the world will never see his work."
Lomax was a year younger than I was.
- Prelli Williams
