Everybody Has A Place

Marfa, TX is my place I go to.

The dry, hot desert air blows across the Prada Marfa building. Set back on the side of the highway, Prada Marfa is an anomaly. Built out of desecrating materials with the idea that materialistic goods, such as Prada, will go back where they come from eventually; the earth. This is my place I go to.

Everyone has a place they go to where they recharge and rebuild themselves from the outside world. Sometimes you just need to go somewhere away from your day-to-day routine and be free. You have the ability to look at your life and recognize things that would otherwise not be in front of you.

I discovered Marfa, TX in early 2005. At the time, my partner and I were going on vacation while I was on break from college for the summer. My partner at the time was significantly older than I was and she happened to have a vacation house in a small desert town three hours from Austin. I was hesitant at first to go to such an odd place but I was young, in love and would probably do anything just to be with her.

What I found here was my version of perfection.

Nestled in the middle of nowhere, Marfa is a place unlike any other. It’s a small liberal creative town in the middle of Texas. An older artist named, Donald Judd, bought up half of the town in the seventies and set up permanent installations of his art. It’s the quintessential art town.

More importantly, Marfa has no expectations or presumptions for those who visit and it’s an endearing quality. There’s a quality about the town and space that teaches you how to look in yourself.

It’s my place I go to.