The Eye of a TuberoseYour eyes riveted on the sky, the desert is forgotten. Tuberose is your star and your shepherd. There will be mystery, the infinite hidden behind the decor, silence beneath the cacti. A slo-mo Western in a series of artistically edited sequence shots. As the milky way blazes an azure trail, you fly by so quickly; the road, half-cedar, half-sandalwood, rises before you. Monolithic shadows come to greet you, sculptures or dream-like rocky mountains, their worlds intertwining. You know how to stop the wind, meld musk with the strident and striped colour of neon light, lift the dust from orange blossom. It matters not that you are oppressed by the heat, drunk on blue, driven by memories. Guided by the final gleam of ylang, you take vanilla's hand. Here your life is a storybook. Marfa: your theatre, your poem, your creation, your invention.
