In an attempt to help me recover from my depression, my father took me on a road trip to Marfa, Texas.
One of my favorite artists is Donald Judd, so he arranged for us to go to Marfa for a tour of his studios and exhibition spaces. We drove for 3 days. When we arrived, my father was thoroughly underwhelmed by what we found behind the doors of Donald Judd's studio.
"These are just a bunch of boxes," he said.
That he would drive for 3 days to see something he hates, because I like it.