One celebrity + one well-known artist =

Agnes Martin Scorcese
Ai Wei Waylon Jennings
Ansel Adamsandler
Anselm Kiefer Sutherland
Bruce Lee Lozano
Carl Andre 3000
Cindy Sherman Helmsley
Donald Judd Apatow
Elton John Chamberlain
Ellsworth Kelly Rowland
George Michael Heizer
Gilbert & George Clooney
Jacques-Louis David Bowie
Jeff Gordon Matta-Clark Kent
Joan Jonas Bros.
John Freida Kahlo
Kara Walker Texas Ranger
Keith Richardserra
Lenny Bruce Nauman
Matthew Barney Rubble
Man Ray Romano
Mark E. Mark Rothko
Michael Jackson Pollock
Morris Louis CK
Peter Gabriel Orozco
Rick James Turrell
Salvador Dalí Parton
Siegfried and Roy Lichtenstein
Steely Dan Flavin
Tacita Dean Martin
Toby Keith Haring
Woody Allen Kaprow

Somewhere in Texas
A young cowboy dreams
Of a day when the buffalo roamed
And he wished he had lived then
‘Cause he knew that he could’ve been
The best cowboy the world had ever known
He went dancin’ at night
With his San Antone rose
The one he would marry someday
To the music of Bob Wills and polkas and waltzes
While beautiful time passed away
~ Willie Nelson

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Cabinetlandia, Luna County, New Mexico
10.12.13, 9:41am
4 rounds of Boggle, 3.5 cups of Folgers

Like an avalanche of glitter glue, like a head-on collision between semi trucks containing jars of pickles, like an accidental encounter in the time-space continuum between Mark Twain and Mariah Carey, some phenomena produce a cataclysmic reaction, causing the texture of the universe to realign, if even for a moment, along new axes of communication among time, space, and matter. Like these universe-altering moments, spelling “BOGGLE” with Boggle cubes could cause a paradigm shift in the cosmic fabric of our world.

Upon its revelation, terrestrial and aerial worlds (re)unite, atomic material rearranges. Clouds of confetti coalesce and explode, raining down or up from above or below. Filled and frothing champagne flutes appear in nearby hands, unfurling, spitting and popping dewy morning drunkenness. Six elephants traverse the landscape, sounding trunks, waggling tails, trampling lovemaking grasshoppers and tall, wavy grasses. Mesquite spikes bloom, scintillatingly golden, orange, brightest crimson; they vibrate sharply with the bluely rising, growing mass of the Boggle cube as it strains to unite with the totality of surrounding physical space.

Even closed eyes are blinded by its glowing mass, visible to passing railroad operators and truckers as a riot of color, growing less contained with each passing nanosecond. Forty acrobats swing from unseen tethers across the scene, disappearing in an instant, unmade just as quickly as they’ve materialized. Likewise, champagne evaporates, elephants sublimate, confetti disappears, and this Moon County Cabinet Wasteland appears as it was: desolate, dusty, uncompromising, and totally absurd.

“I know now that he who hopes to be universal in his art must plant in his own soil. Great art is like a tree which grows in a particular place and has a trunk, leaves, blossoms, boughs, fruit, and roots of its own. The more native art is, the more it belongs to the entire world, because taste is rooted in nature. When art is true, it is one with nature.” ~ Diego Rivera

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