Marfa

After two years, Marfa continues to astonish me and every morning I fall in love with the place all over again.  How lucky I am to have found my home at the end of the world (apologies to Michael Cunningham) and to have found an occupation which allows me to work from anywhere, anytime.

Yes, I could probably get more work and make more money if I lived in NYC or San Francisco, but I prefer to look out my office window and see Judd’s truly elegant concrete sculptures in the field across from my house and the mountains beyond; to take a break from the screen by going outside to play with my dog Zack; to go to the post office and get lost in conversation because, in a town of 2000, you invariably run into a friend no matter where you are.

My online journal about Marfa is at Another Day in Marfa: reinvention project. (And while you’re sneaking in the back door, my artist website lives on the same domain.)