On the Marfa Invitational Art Fair

When I meet sculptor Charles Harlan he’s sunburned and in need of a hat. I offer him the pink Marfa Invitational trucker hat I received at VIP check-in, but he declines. He’s also against the cowboy hats that are ubiquitous amongst the artists and collectors surrounding us: “Just can’t do it, man.” He shrugs. While I pontificate on the utilitarian function of my own minor-league baseball cap, Harlan smirks at me. Good-naturedly, I think. He’s taller and quieter than I expected.