Marfa, Texas is an arts community that has a side of Texas county seat and rancher culture. Donald Judd settled here in 1971. Judd was a titan of minimalistic art and made huge installations. Huge but minimal. Marfa was a place he could go big and he did. He owned several ranches and air hangers and the Chinati hot springs. He died over twenty years ago but two foundations and a pack of other people have built Marfa into and international arts destination. Part of me hates it and part of me loves it. I don’t know why the hate. Okay, I do. There’s an element of poser/hipster-ness that I find inauthentic. I like art. I like big art. I really like good food. The fame and destination-ness have resulted in some fantastic food options. And then there’s the people trying to slay us all with their efforts at cool and I think effort does not equal cool. You must be yourself. So I liked the broken down Marfa shoulder to shoulder with international destination Marfa. I did not like the Marfa is…insert your word…self-congratulatory hand bags, socks, t-shirts, and hats. Give me your film festivals, opera, and art shows, keep your chachkas of self-referential coolness.
The food at Cochineal was superb. Worth every penny.