Dancing with the Masters
By Simón RomeroPhotographs by Adria Malcom The sun was setting over Santa Fe’s Canyon Road. An opening at Ernesto Mayans Gallery had attracted an assemblage of artists and collectors who were sipping wine from plastic cups and energetically discussing art and politics as cigarette smoke wafted overhead. The year was 1981. “Not again,” I remember mumbling to my ten-year-old self. My mom, Janet Stein Romero, a Brooklyn-born artist who followed her star to New Mexico in the 1960s, had been dragging me to gallery openings for as long as I could remember.