No Beginning, No End
I am soaking up the dry desert air, enjoying the open spaces, and digging into my photo archive. One of the many things I love about Marfa is the constant presence of the train. It is very loud and totally unpredictable. It is large and scary, yet approachable since they are often painted in a personal way. Hello unknown painter, I read you. I have been printing these train pics lately, I see them as portraits. I realize my train has no beginning or end and feel that this must have a deeper meaning that as long as I am on this particular combination of wine and antidepressant I will ignore for now. Anyway it keeps me looking for the engine and the caboose. Train on the Brain.
And then some photos from my phone
Dinner with the most charming Kristin and Mary Bonkemeyer at Cochineal in Marfa, it is getting a tad chilly here at night now
And I will never forget my own MOM and her unique way of interpreting the world through non engagement. More on that upon request, or on a couch.