Oh Marfa. You sweet thing, you. Stark. Remote. Welcoming. Beautiful. It makes so much sense to me now why genius artist and sculptor Donald Judd came here in 1971, as an escape from the the busy streets of Manhattan. I'm from West Texas (though not nearly as far west as Marfa) and I long for wide open spaces. It makes me feel clearer. Like I'm thinking better, like I'm more myself. Ben too. He's from western OK, and was raised seeing long, warm, breathtaking sunsets. So big skies, vast landscapes, and sunsets bring us back to ourselves. That was just the prescription we needed as we arrived in Marfa for Thanksgiving 2010. After a string of unexpected events including blizzards, extra time, invitations, and inspiration.
Go. Go to Marfa. It's a long way away - which to me, is a good thing. It's keeping it real. It's keeping it as it should be. Away. Warm (figuratively, as those desert winds are seriously cold!). Welcoming and open. Undisturbed. But lovingly sophisticated. See more photos below and even more (Prada Marfa & Food Shark - a must see) after the break. Go Marfa.
|Downtown Marfa. I need to live here.|
|I love the desert plantings. Grasses and cactus. As it should be.|
|The light in Marfa is spectacular. Here are Ben and Doss wandering on a concrete resting area. Beautiful and modern of course!!|
|Look at that sign. The Thunderbird is a super groovy drive-in hotel restored to perfection.|
|The Chinati Foundation and The Judd Foundation are dedicated to preserving the works of Donald Judd and displaying his contemporaries as well as supporting large scale artists.|