Untitled* as Donald Judd intended. Sterry Butcher steered us through in silence as tawny desert and steely sky traded places in their aluminum reflection. Inversion, immersion. Art, time, nature, emotion, experience: all stood at attention amid Untitled. *Last dispatch from Texas.
To me. Yesterday, I celebrated my birthday in a wonderland with a wonderful friend. A West Texas mirage made real in the details: the art film, immaculate and tragic; the flawless bookstore with tabletop stacks; the… Read More