marathon=3

"hog pulls mask off wolf"
marathon 2002

one of the deals that got me into marathon a while back, or the gallery Evans, was back in 2001 or 00, i set up some where to sell art.
One of the things out in the big bend area is the space its wide open, and you drive on roads for hours, there is a town out there called Marfa, its like new york high art decended down on this basicly broke litttle town back in the 80's and bought the place up, its HQ for all that is minamal art,(judd,flavin etc) one one joke i always wanted to pull was i wanted to set up and sell buxzzard paintings along side of a road, during the Chinati open house deal, why?
well, one impression you get is this odd mix of local cowboy types with these NY art types, its an odd mix, kinda like they are on a cultural safari or something, but in this scary place in Texas, so i thought it fitting to set up as an old cowboy type trying to sell buzzard paintings out in the middle of the highway between Marfa and Valentine, there is nothing out there, and when your driving you notice things, and i always like desperate art, i could imagine an ol digruntle redneck type trying to sell art work to all these fine art types, getting all drunk and shit, so i set up and did this , there was like gail force winds hitting me and it was a struggle to hold down my card table and just sit there, ( a friend of mine dropped me off) i guess i wanted these forieners who were ariving at this fest open house deal to realise they were seeing a surreal cowboy moment, i must have drank a twevl pack, threw cans all over the road,( yea i am a rebel! ) and when people would come, i would see them miles away, i would lean back in my chair and take a big o swig with my head rocked back high then fall over and lay there, as a one car would zoom by, no one stoped of cource but james evans and the border partol, actual they drove out to see, me , they thought i was for real and were ready to say "alright get off the road" but as soon as i said i am with the chinnati foundation(i am not) they turn around and got back into there truck bamb not a word, , wow so if i was for real i would have gotten a ticket,. james came out and bought 10 paintings and some more beer and a corndog, i was buzzing hard, too, .
but i wanted the good people frome the east coast to realise, thay aint there no moe, and your in hostle territory, art wise, alot of people said ahh george your only ther cause of the judd foundation, , i would ussaly come back and say "yea, like a buzzard circling a dead carkus,. "

typical buzzard painting, 1-1000, i am supposed to make

Posted by chickengeorge at October 26, 2005 3:48 PM