Year end sojourn west. I thought I’d never forget what it all looked like, having lived in Marfa twice (in 2004 and 2009) and there I was, stunned all over again at the wind, silence, and cottonwoods not to mention the Chinati installations, including a new Judd I hadn’t seen before..

For a moment I thought I’d enjoy wheatpasting oversized images of meat for creative fulfillment. While this did not end up being the case, I couldn’t have asked for a better canvas.