Back in the 70s, minimalist artist Donald Judd moved to Marfa, Texas. Working in Marfa allowed him to realize his work on a grander scale in concert with the stark landscape of west Texas. Some of his work is housed in two World War II prisoner of war camp warehouses. German prisoners worked and lived there back in the 40s. Great place for a prison. Anyone trying to make an escape would have been burned to a crispy critter in the desert because there ain’t nuthin’ for miles and miles.
Donald Judd put Marfa on the contemporary art map and more artists followed. I first heard of artists gravitating to Marfa about 10 years ago when Houston gallery owner, Lynn Goode, packed up and moved there. I can understand why, it’s a minimalist place. Very sparse. The sky is big, the land is vast and seems to go on forever.
As a result of this art infusion, Marfa boasts a number of galleries and is also where you’ll find the land art installation, Prada Marfa. Naturally, we couldn’t miss out on a 37 mile trip from Marfa to bumfutmiddleofnowhere for the Prada Marfa experience.
Let me just say this, if you’re going to visit any place away from civilization, make sure your car is not going to crap out on you. You could walk the distance back to Marfa if something happened, but holy sunburned eyelashes, it’s the freakin’ desert and it’s dang hot out there.
Prada Marfa is, as you can see, a Prada storefront. Inside are six handbags and a number of shoes for the right foot only. Yeah, I dunno. It’s art. I’m sure it means something important and I suspect the word “dichotomy” is bandied about when the artists talk about it. I think it’s brilliant but I’m a big fan of stuff like this.
The queen indulges me.