Galleri Urbane

Birthplace of Dallas

Went to Dallas yesterday.
Stopped to see Dealey Plaza.
The arcade smelled like piss.
Overcast sky.
Four guys walk up and down the sidewalk, selling papers containing information about November 22.
A white X marks the first shot. Another X marks the second.
A feeling of sorrow lingers. A few others walk the site, looking and taking their pictures.
I don't know. I just feel sorrow.
I find it interesting that this plaza marks the birthplace of Dallas, Texas.
Didn't know that prior to coming here.
Truly a place of history in the human story.

Marfa

New works and sounds will be on display July 5 at Galleri Urbane. The Gallery is in Marfa, Texas.
I went to Marfa this past January. The experience was quite powerful for me. The land there possessed a quiet, gentle, but powerful and almost savage energy. This land has affected me deeply.
As I headed southwest, descending into the lower parts of what was literally an ancient sea floor, I watched the landscape change dramatically. Unnamed highways stretched on forever across open wilderness. Of course, this land wasn't exactly wilderness being that here and there; you would come across a dirt road with a gate bearing the name of some Texas Rancher.
The whole of the place still did feel like an undiscovered country, though. Day slipped into night. Mountains rose, silhouetted against a sky of stars.
This place was sacred.

Marfa is a small place. A few major motion pictures have been filmed there. Donald Judd established The Chinati Foundation there.

This is a place of energy, I think.

There are places that seem to be places of great energy. Chartres Cathedral sits atop an ancient Druid place of gathering. Tallahassee, the capital of Florida and the place of my birth, is a place where Indian tribes would come together as a place of meeting. I beleive in the energy of place. Understandable, then why Marfa has attracted so many unique souls.

A place of healing.

Sorne – UNNAMED