Stranded in Marfa
Paranoia is never a good mate. And an accidentally locked in the trunk car key mos def a terrible idea. Especially when sun and moon are already changing position and the cold zooms creeps like in a Carpenter movie closer and closer to your heart. In a desperate state like this even a cop is suddenly your best friend, most notably when he is a super talented car thief.
But does this also help finding a hotel room in a surreal art hipster town in nowhere? No, of course it does not. But the right telephone number and a spontaneous host make beds appear like a magician trick. And from there the story goes like this: excellent Mezcal, delicious catering leftovers, deep talks – and much to much art by old white men. How we spend 14 hours in Marfa, Texas:
- A kind of Lynch moment
- Motorcycle Boy
- Where is Solange?
- Sign of the times
- Robert Irwin at CHINATI Foundation
- The studio of David Kimble
- The next generation has no money yet
- Waco or Austin?
- Last house on the left
- Nothing new in the wild west I
- Water for the art lovers
- Food for the art sellers
- My art is higher than your art
- Wall paintings by German prisoners I
- Nothing new in the wild west II
- No pictures inside
- Dan Flavin I
- Dan Flavin II
- Claes Oldenburg front
- Claes Oldenburg back
- Sulfur!
- Wall paintings by German prisoners II
- Before or after the art?
- Door to Dan Flavin
- Maybe the most beautiful thing in town: cactus
- Reflection in JUDD I
- Reflection in JUDD II
- Reflection in JUDD III
- Streetlife I
- Streetlife II
- Streetlife III
- Naked in Marfa
- Towing!