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Another Day in Marfa

A reinvention project by David Hirschi

Home Redux

As long as I can remember I have been searching for my 'home at the end of the world' (to use Michael Cunningham's words). One of my earliest memories is standing at the back door of my parents' house thinking to myself, 'I don't belong here.' I've made a lot of noise...

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Practice

Painting is always fresh. I have painted since I was a kid and yet here I am almost 50 years later still learning about paint, and still engaged. I strive to master technique, but do not believe I will ever master paint. Paint is the master in this relationship, and I...

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The Gift

I place these quotes from Lewis Hyde's book, The Gift: Creativity and the Artist in the Modern World, here so that I do not lose them. I feel as though the author is speaking directly to me of my practice, informing it and giving it meaning. They reflect, in better...

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Home

I once was a dancer and a pianist and a painter and a writer, trying them on to see if they would fit. I eventually chose one - painting - and devoted myself to it. I now find I have returned to wanting to do it all again. Music and video and painting, painting,...

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Scatter Pieces

From nowhere four cardboard polyhedrons, spray-painted black, appeared on my street, blown here by the strong West Texas wind. I like that I have no idea where they came from or who created them. Every time the wind blows, they move, creating a new installation....

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One of Auster’s Characters on Painting

I have recently discovered Paul Auster. I'm now spending much of each day voraciously reading his books. Here's an excerpt from Moon Palace: "He was working for himself now, no longer burdened by the threat of other people's opinions, and that alone was enough to...

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Patience

A couple of days ago I met a woman visiting Marfa for some quiet time to work on her PhD in philosophy. We met at the gallery which gave me an opportunity to talk about my work with her and specifically about phenomenology, as I find that to be as useful a system as...

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Another day in Marfa

This afternoon, late, I lay in the lawnchair in my backyard, gazing up at the piercingly blue sky framed by the new, green leaves of the elm. The doves and grackles and birds I don't know names for called from the trees and electric lines where they perched. I...

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Work Group 1 (2008)

The six panels which comprise Work Group 1 were installed at inde/jacobs gallery in Marfa in October 2008. The subjects of my paintings are color and perception. The six panels of Work Group1 (2008) continue my investigation into subtle differences of light and color...

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Peace Returns to Our Hamlet

Another Chinati weekend is now passed. The visitors have left and, once again, it's quiet here in Marfa. Compared with last year's open house, this weekend was blessedly not a circus: the puberty patrol was abated (no free Sonic Youth concert) nor did we see parasitic...

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Birds and Weed Whackers

This October will be my third Chinati Open House since living in Marfa, and the second where I have lived across the street from the Chinati Foundation. What that means is that it is the second year of the incessant whine of weed whackers from sunrise to sunset as...

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The Javelina Incident

A propos of yesterday's post, here's some pix from the Javelina Incident which happened early this year. Background: Erika heard a lot of thunking under the floor of her house and a funny smell. At first, the thought was 'mice,' but there was much too much noise...

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Wildlife

A couple of months ago, maybe more, a barn swallow couple began to build a mud nest on the front wall of my house under the covered porch. After a short time, four baby barn swallows could be seen peering over the edge of the nest. Then the feeding began. The mom and...

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File Under: Things Found in the Yard

Whoever lived in my house back in the days apparently used the backyard as a midden. With Zack's help each day something new comes to the surface as he decimates the grass. So far: (2) jingle bells, one metal and one plastic (1) wine cork of ancient vintage (2) pieces...

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Spring

Spring is here in Marfa and, much like Santa Fe, that pretty much means that winter and summer battle it out until summer wins. The leaves are beginning to bud, the grass is sending up new shoots, I'm getting restless. Sitting at the computer gets more difficult with...

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Ummmm Good

A friend and businesswoman was recently banned forever from our one (but not for long) and only local grocery store. Her offense? She complained that the shelves were often in need of a serious restocking and requests about this went unanswered. Also that some of the...

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Mistaken Identity

February. Don't like it. Never have; never will. It's no wonder we Pisces are moody bastards. Imagine February is your first experience of life on planet earth: it's dark, it's cold and there's just something slightly malevolent about the whole damned month. So why...

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