The dusty little West Texas town of Marfa, seems to come up over and over again in the world of contemporary art; I’d been wanting to check it out for years. And last week I did. I flew to El Paso and drove south east for three hours, paralleling the Mexican border until I arrived at this little town dotted with giant yuccas that has only one blinking traffic light. “Really”, I thought, this is a contemporary art Mecca? But was it ever.
