In December, Rebecca and I moved into a shared studio space at Box 13. She said she knew she wanted to rent that particular space when she saw the green floors. My rationale was more basic: I was going with her! Though this picture doesn’t give proper due to the majesty of the emerald tiles, I feel like it does capture the artist, my friend, in her natural habitat—and that at this point, she has to know when I’m creeping up behind her for a shot…
Midas Touch
I relish passing this dingy, unoccupied storefront, finding joy in the adjacent brickwork, the indecipherable font chosen for the sign, and of course, the fact that someone named their business after a mythic curse.
Of course, the sky here isn’t bad, either. I frequently muse that though Houston lacks any kind of topographical excitement, the big sky cloud scene more than makes up for it.
12 >> LAST OF THE YEAR
12 >> HIGH DESERT
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.
Chinati grounds, Donald Judd and Claes Oldenburg and Coosje van Bruggen
07 >> SCENES OF SUMMER
